You stumble onto an ordinary street, quiet and snow-covered -- so different from the fiery horror you left behind. It feels obscene to stand in this peaceful spot when your friends are... God! You back away from the man (Not a man, can't be!) who brought you here. He's asking for thanks, like he'd given you a lift to the nearest petrol station. But behind that amiable smile is something ancient, inhuman, and drunk on power, that could crush you by accident (or by whim). You flee into the night; not all the monsters were left behind on Mars.