He suddenly had a new sensation. It was cold, very cold. Somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, he stirred. Where was he and what had happened? He blinked his eyes and was hit with searing, sharp pain. His voice couldn't be found as he tried with all of his might to cry out. His heart's innermost desire was to be heard. Nothing. Senses began to awaken and he discovered his mouth was filled with dirt. Any attempt to spit it out was thwarted by his inability to move. Water covered half of his body and he continued to struggle to get up. Just as he drifted back into his dreams, she came to him. He heard her whisper, "Jack".
His voice was back, of that he had no doubt. He heard the primal yell that started as a deep groaning. Someone had their arms wrapped around him and was pulling him hard. The pain that created was like nothing he could ever have even imagined. Finally it mercifully stopped. He felt water pour over his lips and into his mouth. It would have been a wonderful feeling if it weren't for the dirt and grime in his mouth that had now turned to mud. Swallowing mud was not pleasant, not in the least.
He heard a voice. It was different. It wasn't the soft, angelic voice that whispered his name when he dreamed. This was a gruff, strong male voice. "Come on buddy, you need water. Drink up." His mind wanted to protest, but it wasn't as if he had a choice. Each time the man said "drink", he poured water down his throat. He was fully aware of the man talking, drawing him out to a world he didn't want to join. He wanted to stay with the woman in his dreams.