"... Paul Bunyan?" Prue asked. Carbon monoxide poisoning. Has to be. I knew that I should have had the gas heater checked, she thought. When Jeremy got closer, however, she saw his eyes and immediately recognized him. "Jeremy!" She called out happily, glad to see a familiar face in all of the confusion.
She gratefully accepted the blankets and tended to her children first before drawing her attention back to him. "I feel like I somehow stumbled upon a portal to Narnia," she admitted, looking around with wonder. Snow. So much snow. "Where are we?" She whispered softly, echoing her son's question from a moment before.