Once-ler staggered through the gate, looking utterly bewildered, and, if truth be told, nauseous. He looked around wide-eyed for a full minute.

"Oh, no. No. Not here. Nooooot this place. Not right now....." The Southern drawl that he'd worked so hard to rid himself of crept back into the final syllables, as the lanky man spun around to go back through the gate.

...only to be immediately knocked back on his butt into the snow.