[font=Lucida Sans Unicode]He didn't know if he had actually moved or if what he heard was something else. It didn't matter, he had to get away from the icy fingers wrapped around his backbone. He felt like he was slipping into the grave. But it wasn't in him to go out without a struggle. He decided that he would throw all his energies into moving his right foot... He strained and sweated and -- through a collosal force of will -- jerked his right foot. SUCCESS! It contacted something hard and metallic, by the sound of it. What did he hit? O well, that was less important than the fact that he knew he had moved his foot. That meant he was alive! By God, he was alive! With that reassuring thought warming his heart, and totally exhausted from the effort, he slipped back into unconsciousness...