Morgan felt himself bobbing like he was on a lump of ice floating on cold water. It felt like he was half wet and stuck to the ice and he couldn't pull himself out at all.
Morgan gritted his teeth, he wondered in his head. Is he currently on his way to the afterlife? If so, he wanted to be a haunting ghost and drag Thomas along with him.
"Morgan…." Iris' voice came and went, sometimes it sounded far away, sometimes it sounded very close. He tried to open his mouth in response to Iris's call, but his voice seemed to get stuck in his throat.
He couldn't open his eyes. They were too heavy, and as if the darkness was forcing him to submit, he tried to struggle and move his limbs, but his arms couldn't move. It felt like they were nailed to ice.
"Morgan…." Iris' voice sounded again, this time weaker than before, echoing and slowly fading away.
"Morgan…." Another voice then echoed again, but not Iris's, is Giselle's.
