• I stood there wating for something. I didn't know what. My skin was as hot as the summer sun, but my bones were as chilled as ice. I stood there in the cold; the wind blowing against my face. I heard something. The wind suddenly stopped and there was silence. The only thing breaking the silence was the sound of my breath and my heart beating endlessly in my chest. I kept listening, waiting. I heard the noise again. It was like church bells ringing. I realized it was a human voice. The voice stopped. I kept listening and waiting for the voice to call out for me again. Sure enough it did. I looked around expecting to see something. I saw nothing. I kept teling myself that the voice was real. It had to be. I looked around at the white prison around me. I looked around still expecting to see something, but I couldn't. As soon as I was sure that the voice was a figment of my imagination, I saw the figure of a man walking towards me. I couldn't control myself. I had to run. I had to! As I was running, the figure vanished. This was surely the end of me. But I pressed on. I kept running in the direction of the figure, but he was gone. I had to stop running. I was tired, hungry and cold. The chill of the winter air made my teeth chatter. I was shivering. I laid down on the cold snow and slept. When I woke up, I was stunned at what I was seeing. The figure of a man stood over me. The man I saw earlier! I couldn't beleive it. He piicked me up and carried me back to his helicopter. Still to this day, I won't know the voice and figure of the man that saved me from the end of my life.