It's not a feeling he likes. He pushes it away, the terrible deja-vu. Just keep lookin' at me, baby. He sucks in a breath, reminds himself where he is and who this girl is - not Sarah - and sort of half-skids across the ice to the edge of the rink as she clings to him.

He's short of breath by the time he gets there, and sets her down, but it's not because of the physical effort involved. It's pretty unceremonious, when he drops her to her feet again, and his jaw is clenched as he looks away for a moment, collecting himself.

"There. You're - you're alright." Stay with me. "Not hurt, or anything."