Something swam toward him. He hadn’t even seen the graser wave hit and lock in his image. If there were other Duddits-boxes, they had been removed. I like to think I'm not bad myself.
There was a button you could push to unlatch the rear window . Coming up through the narrow black semicircle was the steady hollow rush of running water and a waft of dank, cold air. Snow coming? Night coming? Both coming at the same time? His knees and ankles hurt from the steady shuffle—shuffle of the skis, and his arms hurt even worse from wielding the poles. Jonesy groaned and was about to put the phone down when there was another click.
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