The moments that led up to this point rattle your brain. How did you end up here, on this horse, with this man? He’s so handsome and fair… No. Focus. This is all wrong. You need to get back.

Dressed only in a thin white shift, you shiver from the contact of the cold rain into your skin. You feel him wrap his tartan around you from behind.

“What are you doing that for?” You say, but he shushes you.

“Yer shiverin’ so hard, it’s makin’ ma teeth rattle.” He says, in a soft voice.