Hickey is in the Arctic, in his own nightmare. It's cold, desolate, a wasteland of rock and ice. And the owl beast is searching for him. And Hickey knows it. He can smell the beast and knows it's tracking him. It takes Hickey a moment to decide what to do before he turns around to look at the distance.

"I know you're following me," he calls out, walking over towards the owl beast. "So c'mon! Let's do this face to face."