The rain is denser now than I've ever seen, but it's somehow quieting. The rain turns to a hum. The drops meld together into a solid. I'm inhaling the water, but I cannot breath it. The deck is no longer under my feet. It is black, and there are no stars. I scream, but there is no sound.
A flash of red, and searing pain.
I take my first, ragged breath, like a newborn. My dagger is in my hand, the blade against Rhiv's neck before I even see his face. He looks worried, then scared. Then sad. My breath slowly steadies, but my nostrils remain flared, and my eyes rimmed with red. I pull the dagger back. He slowly stands, and walks away. Laying on my back I notice that there is no sound of his movement, only a faint hum. After a few seconds that hum is punctuated, with dull thuds, then sharp thuds, then sharp clangs. And a baby cries. I turn my head to the direction and see To'ot dropping to his knees, cradling the crying babe. Winter is last... with cold little feet...