. Last night she said I was cold. Unreachable. Surrounded in a halo of frost. It burnt her fingers as she dared to touch, but there was little there. Just … frost-bite, and the sense that she was alone in the room. In body I was there, but the Boat of Millions of Years was sailing through my eyes to the intended destination, my lost mind. She called to me but I was to far to hear. Down her soft cheeks the tears did stream, as she screamed my name over and over. She screamed until the screams turned to sobs, as the slow realisation that I no longer knew her, knew me, knew anything, hit her like a wave of grief, freezing her emotions dead. Last night she said I was cold. And I was cold because I knew that it was our Last Night.