Heavy snow is falling. MEERA is dragging BRAN's sledge through the forest. BRAN's eyes are glazed white. He experiences many visions of the past all at once. MEERA staggers and falls against the base of a tree. She puts all her weight into pulling the sledge, but it does not budge. She begins crying and goes to BRAN, cradling his head. BRAN continues to have rapid fire visions, then sees a group of wights running through the woods. He wakes up from the visions and looks at MEERA.
BRAN: Meera. They found us.
MEERA looks out into the woods and sees the group of wights. She begins crying and embraces BRAN.
MEERA: I'm so sorry.
The wights converge on MEERA and BRAN. Moments before they reach them, a cloaked rider appears. The rider's horse kicks one of the wights out of the way, then the rider extends a chain which lights on fire at the end. Two wights charge, and the rider hits them both with the chain, setting them on fire. A third wight tries to attack his horse, but the horse's bulk rebuffs it into a tree and it crumbles. The rider plunges a chain-sickle into the chest of another wight, then rides forward, dragging the wight behind his horse. He sets another wight on fire with the chain, launching it into the air, and then approaches BRAN and MEERA.
RIDER: Come with me, now.
A large group of wights approaches.
RIDER: The dead don't rest.
The rider leans down and hoists BRAN up onto his horse. MEERA takes the rider's hand and joins them on the horse's back. The three of them ride off into the forest with wights in pursuit.