The large door of the hangar slowly closed, the humming of the mechanics working loudly and a trail of snow leading up to a still revving 2008 Polaris IQ Turbo LX. The figure, straddling the seat was covered in a light layer of snow. She took her gloves off, slapping it on her thigh to get the excess snow off of it. Then continued to turn the machine off. The air in the hangar was still crisp cold from the air brought in from the outside. Slowly, the warmth of the heaters taking a hold of the cold air, the figure took of her helmet, and settled it on the handles. Shaking her head side to side, letting her locks of curls release and plump up again. The tip of her nose, still red from the cold.

The first thing a person might see is her lovely smile. The ride was exhilarating. It was just her, the snow and the machine in between. It was something she needed to do to release some of the pent up frustration she had. She had come to this place, wanting answers, only to find that she would be poked and prodded by doctors and scientists who didn’t give her any at all. She had half a mind in going back but a part of her told her to stay. She let out a sigh and ran her fingers through her hair.