So many things didn't add up.
I had never passed out in my entire life. But I did remember feeling funny just before I saw the rogues.
I looked around me with her wrist still in my hand, we were in some kind of a lake that was mostly frozen, there were many pillars of crystalline blue ice scattering around us.
I understood how cold it was — what with the ice and all — hypothermia, in theory, was about to kick in at any moment, but I wasn't even cold, and she didn't look bothered either.
"How are we not freezing to death?" I couldn't help but ask. She turned her head my way but her eyes didn't follow the motion, she kept those fixed on anything but me.
"You'll never get cold again. I forgot what that even felt like."
Elizabeth was never cold? Now that was ironic.
I suppressed an awkward laugh and ended up coughing. The sound resembled a bark.
Smooth.
"Where are we?" I said quickly, my voice was rough, Elizabeth's eyes finally flashed back to me.
"60 miles from Anchorage,"
