You were an idiot. Or, as Joel would say; you haven't got the sense God gave a goose. Whatever that meant. Sure, maybe it was a bit dramatic to run off in the middle of the night. And maybe you definitely should've just spoken to Joel about how you were feeling. But it was too late for that now. It was the splash that'd diverted his attention. Waking up to an empty home had been bad enough, but when he'd been trailing your footprints and heard the ominous creak of ice followed by a splash, he swore his heart stopped. Your guardian Angel just so happened to be working overtime that night. Somehow Joel had managed to pull you out of the lake despite the deep midnight pooling the skies was a miracle. He'd hurried you home and plopped you in front of the fireplace as soon as he could.