"I'll buy that coat," she tells the man behind the counter. The door to the small tourist shop opens, and a burly, snow-covered man walks in.

"It really is a blizzard out, isn't it?" the clerk says.

"Don't go out." the guy replies.

"Really?" Anna says. "But-"

"Stay here."

"But I have to find my sister! She out here camping somewhere! She might be in trouble! Is there any way you can help me?" she asks the guy.

"You're crazy."

"Please?"

"Fine, but you have to pay for my dinner."

She might have just caught a waft of serendipity.

Fin.