Cold. You can feel the hard snow under your bare feet. You run aimlessly, breathing with difficulty due to the sharp wind as blades coming into your lungs. You hear their footsteps behind you. You try to scream, only a slight throat clearing out of your throat. You see a small house in the distance; you are trying to reach. You extend a hand to her. You hear a laugh. Your face hits the ground. Cold. Darkness. Nothing.