Clara passed several more sensors, some she had to disable, others she passed slowly and remained unnoticed, tunneling through the snow. She eventually came to the back side of the prison and waited below the snow, in a ditch of a narrow, blacktop road that rose several feet. She couldn’t get any closer for fear of losing the snow cover. Cold was setting in, but she forced herself to stay alert, not letting the temperature best her. This was not yet the time. Randal was counting on her. She would get him out. He would do the same for her.