It was Tristan, walking down to the parking lot, looking like a snow-god. He glanced at me, as if somehow he'd felt my gaze, and paralyzed me for a second. Then, face expressionless, like a slab of ice, he looked away and headed to his car.

He was gone a few seconds later.

I turned back to Dean, disturbed.

"-so don't use the other one." The guy was advising Dean about something. "I'm stopping the lift after you, so you better get going. The others have stopped already." ...