A Visitor?

The ice surrounds him, cold seeps deep into his bones. He struggles, the ice around him crashes together. CRACK! everything fades into black, footsteps echo in the darkness. "ughhh my head..." the stranger groans. Only then as he reaches to feel his throbbing skull he realizes his hands are tied. "Who are you!?" a nervous but threatening voice rings through the silence. "hey, quiet down-" he opens his eyes, as cold steal presses against his throat. " C-calm down! what do you want?" he looks up and finds himself upside down before him a girl, her blonde hair falling down onto her perfectly tanned shoulders, a round face and grey eyes. "Who are you!?" she shouts, he stares at her "Chris, I'm christopher jones." Chris says, he breathes in and calms himself down "now would you please remove my gun from my throat,".