Stepping out of his cabin, Tony pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes. It was still early, but the sun would be out in full force soon, and with the snow, the glare would be killer. Given the recent and oh so exciting change in temperature, he'd skipped his usual shorts in favour of long pants, but he just wore a t-shirt. Once he got running the cold wouldn't bother him too much.
He might have been kidnapped and brought to the Stepford resort, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to run. Not even a lecture from Brad about further damaging his lungs had stopped him from getting back in to it soon after he'd been released from hospital. Running was his thing. He'd always liked to run. No psycho lady sending him letters laced with Y Pestis was going to take that away from him.
Once he'd stretched he moved down on to the path in front of the cabins, starting out at a jog and slowly picking up speed the further he went. If nothing else, this place didn't have half bad scenery. That curvy little blonde up ahead of him helped that theory along, too.