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space between us in a single supermanesque lunge. Instead, I simply watched her dark flowing hair and flawless physique merge with the static in the distance as I seemingly floated at the apex of my jump. How was I going to find her? I couldn't see more than twenty feet ahead of me. Her footprints would quickly vanish in the heavy snowfall. There was no way I'd be able to find her in that mess and I didn't even get her name. Who the hell was this girl? God I wish I would have met her anywhere else, at any other time. Something about her was special, and now I'll never even get the chance to figure out what it was.

I was so caught up in my new found loss, I had completely forgotten about my inevitable collision with the earth. It didn't forget about me. It was more than a simple slip and fall this time. My knees caught the ice first, followed shortly after by my chin, and the rest of my body in rag doll fashion. Instantly I tasted blood. My head swirled and the familiar twang of skull on ice echoed violently through the vast expanse. As bizarre as it sounds, I remember my sense of smell being absolutely overwhelmed by the color green. Yes, I smelled green. I've heard somewhere that it's a condition called synethesia. This had no effect on my vision however, and when I was able to pry open my eyes, I saw nothing but red. I slowly slid my arms closer to my body and pushed up against the ice. I only had the strength to lift my head a few inches, but that was enough. I found a blurry reflection of myself staring back from a steaming crimson pool. The reflection became crisp for a second and then scattered as a tiny ripple spread across the visage. Cautiously, I brought my fingers to my chin. I couldn't help but wince as my finger tip caught the open edge of the fresh cut. As I slid my knees beneath my body, I heard that familiar twang once again. Then again, and again. I perked up as soon as I heard the noise.

"Hey! Is that you? I'm over here!" No answer. I looked all around me and saw nothing. "Where are you?" Still nothing. I heard the twang again, this time, it sounded like it was coming from beneath me. I looked down and heard it again. As I stared at my bewildered bloody reflection, I heard it once more. Suddenly, a tiny crack spread through the puddle and my own reflection became completely unrecognizable. "Great."

The tiny crack became a canyon before I could take my next breath. I tried to get to my feet, but when I pushed with my right foot, nothing pushed

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