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I already was making a reply before you made your reply to me :P

Alright, let's see where my weird, twisted mind takes me. ..

You live within a very snowy region. Outside at the moment is a terrible blizzard, the kind you hear of in stories where a foolish man dares to challenge nature's wrath and is never heard from again. The wind howls and roars as the snow begins to pile up. You put another log in the fireplace and bring your chair a little closer, hoping for a little reprieve from the bitter cold.

There's a loud crash, and when you turn around your worst fear is realized. The northern wall of your home has collapsed due to the relentless assault of the wind and snow, letting in the dreadful cold. You desperately head to the basement, aware that if one wall goes then you have no chance to survive the blizzard up there.

But there's a catch. You were unable to put a fireplace in your basement, meaning that while it is considerably warmer than outside, it's still very cold. There's nothing to do but cover yourself with furs and wait out the blizzard.

That's when you realize that most of your furs are upstairs. You begin to climb the ladder to upstairs, but there's a horrible crashing noise above you, and to your horror the trapdoor leading upstairs won't budge. The rest of your house must have collapsed. You're not worried about the basement ceiling caving in - you specifically designed it so should the worst happen, it will stand strong. But it also means that you are trapped down here - a better fate than having the entire house collapse on you and being exposed to the blizzard of course, but not by much.

There's nothing you can do. Even if you could go upstairs, the blizzard would kill you within a minute. Your only hope is to wait out the storm and pray that the other villagers come to your rescue - provided they aren't caught in the same fate, of course.

But it's cold down here too. It won't kill you in minutes like the harsh blizzard outside, but as minute after agonizing minute passes by, you realize the furs with you are not enough. It's getting hard to think, your thoughts are becoming cloudy and frost is starting to appear on your clothing.

Above you there are many sounds. The wind howls and whistles, carrying some debris away while the snow buries the rest - and yourself. The lanturn you have down here ensures you can see, but besides for that there's no light at all. You constantly reassure yourself that it will be okay - you have enough supplies down here for at least a week - but the cold that's starting to eat away at the feeling in your extremities seems eager to prove you wrong.

You wait for what feels like hours, maybe even days. You've almost lost consciousness when a new sound appears - you can hear a distinct voice someone above you, and the sound of someone digging through the snow and pulling away the debris. But how? The blizzard's still going strong. Who would be stupid enough to go on a suicide mission in an attempt to save you?

As you collapse to the ground, too cold and too tired to remain standing, the trapdoor opens from the other side. You catch a glimpse of something large and white scrambling down the stairs. Their voice echoes in your foggy mind, so much that you can't actually understand their frantic words.

You're not sure how much of what you witness next is real, and how much is a horrible dream caused by the situation you are in. Something's bringing you upstairs, something that's uncaring about the bitter cold. You feel warm fur pressed against you as you are guided through the blizzard, but after that the world fades away.

When you wake up, the cold is gone. You find yourself in a cave, lying on a warm mattress. Upon opening your eyes you find a yeti is sleeping on the mattress with you, a kind and proud smile on her face as she sleeps soundly through the howling wind coming from outside the cave, still holding your body in a gentle embrace.

What do you do?