My eyes wouldn't open. I struggled, but only a crack would form, and I saw nothing but whiteness behind a curtain of lashes. Snow. I remembered the snow. I was dying in the snow. I wasn't cold. It was just like falling asleep. I smiled inside, knowing my lips couldn't copy it. Just like falling asleep.

"Mr. Bennett." The voice was insistent and completely out of place. I felt something warm in my right hand. Nothing should be warm. I smiled. My blood would be warm.

"Mr. Bennett." It was a female voice. Not Tamara. Where was Tamara? I forced my eyes open, and light ripped into my skull. I...