As soon as Ned woke up, he was greeted with a burning sensation coursing in every inch of his body. He could barely move a muscle. And Ned doesn't need time to know how long he was dreaming or inside the Plain.
"Three minutes and twenty-second." Ned wanted to roll and stand, and stretch his body. He couldn't. His muscles felt as though a thread being pulled until it breaks and one little movement would snap it to half.
"ICE." Instead, he called to hear her voice.
[Ned.]
Without a second delay, ICE's voice echoed inside Ned's mind and traveled through his heart. Triggering something he was so aware of but deeply hidden inside him. Sadness.
Ned closed his eyes upon hearing ICE's voice.
