He shakes with terror and apprehension, gazing up at the cruel face above him with pitiful whimpers and cries.  His little daemon fights with the great snow-white paws which keep her captive, but the strong man's daemon never ceases her fierce grip.  Cold, wet snowflakes fall about the little boy as he weeps beneath a brilliant display of light.  He hears a cry of "Roger!" and sees a dark figure stumble toward him.  He cannot see the flickering aurora, or the snow leopard rising to seize his daemon again.  All he can see is darkness, and that bright little face, laced with worry.  She screams at him to run away, but he cannot hear her; all he can do is fall into her soft, gentle arms and let his little life fall away, to a distant cry of "No!"