Don't ignore my suggestion! It was definitely something productive to do with our time. [He speaks with a mouth full of snow, unimpressed by the other's antics.] If a key was present, I would be inside. We cannot operate on 'ifs.'

[Besides, burning down the one shelter he knew about seemed too risky. Sure, it could have been haunted by some malignant ghost who was currently keeping him locked out - but at least it was shelter. Can't thumb your nose about easy shelter.

When it worked anyway.]

Where? Ah. Good question. Everything's white. Was a map supposed to exist? [So the answer was a disappointing 'in town' after all.]