Gaz was put on a mission to secure a package, yet as he walked through the snowy forest into a clearing, you came.

You were yelling.

“Hold my hand! Oh baby, It’s a long way down to the bottom of the river!”

Gaz was standing on a freshly frozen lake, fallen snow covering the top to where he thought it was grass.

You were looking at him with fear, you didn’t want him to fall to the bottom and drown.

You extended your arm, the ice cracking from Gaz’s body weight on the frozen river.