Risei pries himself out of the snowbank but can't quite heave the bike off his leg--he doesn't think anything's broken, but the weight and heat are getting to him and the exposed pipes could burn through his clothes and sear his skin if he doesn't get it off soon. And the car's stopped as well now: Risei watches, dizzily, as an old man emerges from the backseat. No one comes out of the front.

"Are you all right, sir?" Risei asks, in Italian, because his Japanese is failing him right now.