Conditions were perfect, 12 below, no feeling in the toes, basic numbness all over. Dianna had had enough skiing for one day.

“Jurgen!  Jurgen!”  she yelled over and over again. 

This time she thought she'd plant her skis just right as she waited for him.  Suddenly, Dianna found herself skiing backward, out-of-control, racing through the trees, somehow missing all of them and onto another slope.

But what really frightened her more than skiing out of control was the ugly Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts Jurgen was now wearing. 

“There you are!” He said innocently as he caught up with her. ‘I’ve been looking all over for you.”  He dodged a pine tree, “Turn left!”

"Your left or mine?" she asked since she was still skiing backwards.

“My left!" He yelled.  Dianna narrowly missed a pine tree and came to a crashing halt.

"That was close,” Jurgen said as he helped her up.

“Why on earth are you wearing that shirt?” was all that Dianna could think to say. 

That was something he couldn't explain.  He was supposed to be in Tahiti with Cecilia.

“I can explain,” he said, " I was -- "  Without warning he vanished right in front of her. 

Apparently he didn't have much thyme left....