CHILLS
Prologue –
"It's been over a minute." Beckett said worried.
"He won't last much longer." Teyla commented.
They looked from one to another, a worried expression on each of their faces. Except Ronon's, his was blank. They were all staring at the whole, the black water lapping at the edge. They were all waiting for something to happen, hoping for John to re-appear soon.
Ronon backed up, out of the others sight, Silently he started taking off his heavy winter coat.
He sighed, he really didn't want to do this, but he had to and he knew it.
He ran across the ice, when he came upon the hole he launched himself into the air and dove in. The black water engulfing him, it was painfully cold against his skin. The last thing he heard was Beckett yelling in protest.