Crozier hears something on the wind - the crunch of ice underfoot - and pushes Strange back. He's of the same mind, nothing good can come by standing there.

"I need to wake, I need to wake--"

There's a soft puff of breath, and a tall serac before them blinks. He can hear it in his head, whispering something he can't understand. It's trying to speak to him.

"Strange, I have to wake! Wake up, damn it all!"

It takes a step forward, its shape unwinding from the snow, forming into a hulking mass that reeked of dead flesh. Crozier moves to cry out, but it's delivered to the ceiling of his berth as he all but jumps out of his own bed.