Living things, but not like me at all. And you wonder why I said it was lonely.

[The sleigh continues to run, but the world around them seems to shift. They're headed towards an enormous iced over lake. The city is far behind them now it's a field of white as far as the eye can see.

Monts leans over to peer down at the ice, frowning.]

I hope whatever was singing isn't underneath us.