After what felt like several hours more of walking, Ryan had finally made it to the cabin he had spotted earlier. By the time he had reached it, Acacia had already left for her daily jog and her trusty companion Truth had not yet returned, so it was completely devoid of any life at the moment. Walking right past the railing that the Russian woman had placed her clothes earlier, without noticing the snow-covered jumper, Ryan approached the screen door and knocked on the solid, wooden door behind it. He waited for a minute for any response, but received none. He knocked again and waited in silence for any noise that might tell him that someone or something was alive inside. One last time, he knocked on the door, this time peering through a window to see if there might be something silently moving inside. Nothing could be seen though. Ryan shrugged before finally trying the handle of the door to see if it would open. Luckily for him, and probably unlucky for Acacia, the unlocked door swung open without any resistance, allowing Ryan to enter unperturbed.

Ryan had expected to find rotten wood and little to no furniture inside the deserted cabin, all of which would be in complete disrepair. He was pleasantly surprised to be wrong, as that were true there'd probably be spiders everywhere. [i]Must have been quite an emergency if they moved without taking all of their stuff.[/i] He began looking around the rooms on the first story of the cabin for something like a rag to wrap around his head and stop the bleeding, but seemed to be out of luck. If only he had found the bathroom or gave the kitchen a more thorough look, he might have figured out that the cabin wasn't as abandoned as he thought. [i]Well, there's always the second story.[/i]

The second story was really just a large attic, the ladder to which was still left down. He climbed up to the top and found that the attic had become more of a bedroom, complete with a bed and small dresser. [i]I wonder if they left a shirt or something in that dresser that I could wrap around my head.[/i] He opened the first drawer to instead find lots of clothing, specifically ladies' undergarments. He lifted up a bra by the strap with his index finger and thumb, holding the strange apparel to his face for a close inspection. putting it back down, he lifted up a pair of matching panties, stretching the waistband with his two index fingers in curiosity of the undergarment's elasticity. [i]What's all this doing here if no one lives here? They left a ridiculously large amount of stuff behind.[/i]