Duster's legs were freezing, but he alive and - judging by the reactions of the other two - things were alright. He pushed himself to a standing position and brushed off the snow off the back of his pants. Judging by the extreme change in scenery, he had missed a lot of the fight.

"Did you beat Garland? How long was I gone?" He eyed Minato, his face falling at the realization that hair did not grow that long in a matter of days. "Did I...was I a crystal?"

That would explain the voice, that familiar woman who told him to wake up a year ago.