FREYA
I feel like I am back in this cold river… Liquid ice surrounds me, it seizes my every movement, doesn’t let me time to think… Bur also…it brings me some kind of peace. Maybe I should just close my eyes and let myself surrender to the pleasant feeling? After all, I am so tired…
But then, something warm reaches me. It starts in my left hand and first reaches my heart…And from there it slowly spreads all over my body. It restored the broken me and lets me breathe again.
And also… it calls for me…
I open my eyes and the first thing I see is the familiar ceiling of the infirmary. Memories of Troy’s party surface in my head and I know that I need to be feeling completely sore and exhausted. Yet I don’t.
I turn my head slightly to the side and see…Desmond sleeping in a chair
