Ken hears the sound of something hitting the ground before he really sees it. He opens his eyes, forming small tears from biting cold and rough wind. He stops, turning around.

"Oh!" He must have fell over. This blizzard is horrendous. Ken pushed his way through the whipping winds, opening his hand out to the other on the ground. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

Ken does not know why he is apologizing. But it is his plan that resulted in someone else getting hurt. There is something very familiar about that.

"Nothing is broken, is it?"