Investigate the person outside

You decide to find out who's poking around out there and quietly get winter wear on. You sneak out the door to the deck. The crisp winter air bites at your cheeks but you pay it no mind as your carefully crunch down the deck stairs.

The scenery is gorgeous and unspoiled, the trees are heavy with thin coat of ice and the world is that special kind of quiet that comes with fresh snowfall. You hear movement in the trees ahead, a very slow tread of boots.

You are suddenly and distinctly aware that you are unarmed, in a strange place/world/dream(?).

The crunching footsteps grow a tiny bit louder.