[ There's no sound, no movement at the window. After half a minute of silence, he's thinking he's at the wrong place and slides down by a make-shift ice ramp. Back on the ground, he checks once more for the landmarks he got including the house number. Once he's certain he's at the right place, he rummages for his device while his left hand evaporates the column of ice. Steam rises from the diminishing block of ice as he types up a quick - ]
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I'm here.