Before reading please note that I have not watched all of the seasons, and pardon me if I write something that is wrong.*
The dark night closes in upon me, enclosing me in its wrath. The fire burns ever so vigorously as if grappling to find the air of vitality. The atmosphere constricts around my veins until I feel every beat of my heart and the flow of my blood in every artery. The metal of my Valyrian steel sword shines in the glare of the fire as I raise it above my head. The blood-thirsty wights surround me before I let my sword fall upon them, metal upon flesh. But suddenly the air grows still and silent and too slow as I lift my eyes to meet the icy blueness of the "man" in front of me, my lips constraining and my eyes failing.
One week before...
"Sansa!"