The morning after... I made it. I barely made it through the night, but I did it, and I'm alive for now; until darkness falls upon me once again, and those purple fangs in the vortex will drag me down. Then I can scream and fight for my life one more time  - Whirlwind in the horizon is not in the horizon any longer, but just a few kilometers away. I feel the icy breath from the middle. Icicles stabbing me over and over again. I call your name, scream, come save me, I can't be here any longer! Won't you just come save me? If not, then anyone? Somebody must hear my cry for help, and know I depent on you. At least on you, I can always count on you.