[Zeroing in on the sound of the familiar voice of his friend calling out, Walter stops in front of the rather remaining portion of the doorway that hasn't been buried underneath the snow. Not even so much as putting down the door he carries, the raven-haired youth bends into a crouch, peering inside.]

Ah. There you are.

[One... two people. The other person must be the Lord Set that Horus mentioned.]

I decided against the shovel in the end. It would have taken too long to dig you out with something so small.