Your engines were shot. You and Simon were in your F-4 Phantom was about to go down in the middle of the icy ocean.

You both ejected. You were plunged into the waters, ice cut your face as you sank into the depths. You were almost immediately knocked out, and Simon panicked, racing to pull you up. He lightly patted your bleeding face to get you to wake up as he floated on his back, pulling you onto his stomach.

“C’mon - you’re good, we’re good,” He panted quietly, hiding his panic slightly.