All right, I'm gonna try doing a longer fanfic this time. This is a completely original idea straight from the noggin of Brian. *Dedicated to ReneeLouvier whose heartwrenching style of writing inspired this story and to redBoobergurl whose love of penguins also inspired this story* Part I A great world traveler named Chamberlain Harrison decided one day to charter a trip to Alaska. He hopped aboard his private jet with nothing in his backpack except a flare gun, a picture of his summer home, a Best Of Chubby Checker CD, and a two hundred and fifty year old bottle of his best brandy. He was ready to charter any storm, any adventure, any curveball Mother Nature deemed necessary to hurl his way. Chamberlain landed his jet atop the highest mountain and he no sooner got out when he strapped his backpack to his back and careened down, down, down, (a frightening thousand feet, to be exact) until he landed on his feet. Or so he thought. Before he knew it, he fell through the ice and felt what can only be described as... well, having fallen in ice, he couldn't feel anything. All he remembered was waking up in a cave made of ice with a blanket around him. "How" he thought to himself, "did I get here? And how did I get covered up?" Perplexed, he got up and walked to the cave's entrance. He couldn't find anything to clue him in. The only thing he could see was a series of tiny prints etched from the entrance to the place where he woke up.