"Cold," Ian whispered, lying on the ground. Although whether he was talking about himself or her story was hard to tell. He managed to reach a hand up to Cindy's cheek, together with a fond look.

But then his hand dropped and his eyes closed. He wasn't dead yet, but it wouldn't be long. In the meantime he wouldn't wake up or be able to swallow any water - although it was too late for that to do any good.