I knew they were Andy's pants because they were the kind of pants that Andy wore.  And here, there were bits of his shirt. Just little bits with dark stains around the edges.  The shadows twisted down through the trees and landed, splattering onto the frozen pieces of cloth.  I saw my breath in front of my face.  My hands were cold.  I dropped the pieces back into the snow and continued up the wintery forest path.  I shook at what lay ahead.