The night grew darker. It was snowing and I could see little.
I felt that we were close. So close. So damn close...
I also began to feel sicker and sicker, and I vomited everything I had in my stomach.
The last thing I remember is that I made out the smoke of a chimney in the distance. A solid gray column, which usually meant danger.
At that moment, it was a sign from Heaven.
It had to be less than half a kilometer from us. It could have been my imagination, but it was an opportunity, perhaps the only one I would have for a long stretch. My mind forced me to gather strength to change form, go to that column of smoke, and ask asylum for the three of us, but my body could no longer do it. Sometimes it even seemed to me that I saw the smoke, and sometimes not. It could have been a mirage
