It was cold. Nothing was visible. The snow was stinging her body and face. She couldn't help but see a figure in the distance. A tall, skinny figure. Then she realized who it was. It was Martin. Martin had helped her get off the sinking boat, but she lost him soon after. She ran to him.
"Martin, oh gosh! I'm so glad that I found you!" The figure didn't reply, just walked by her. She assumed that her theory that the figure was Martin, is wrong. She kept walking even though it hurt. That didn't matter now. Nothing did. Her stomach aches of hunger, and she tried to hurry to shelter. Her fingertips were completely frozen and had frostbite. She assumed this was the end.