The pain in her chest was acute, threatening to overwhelm all her senses. There were voices clamoring at her, piercing the chilling cold in which she was engulfed. Something roughed brushed against her face, and as she struggled to open her eyes, she was eerily reminded of a scene she had witnessed more than once, yet from different perspectives. There was her partner, leaning down over her face, his shirt smeared with red—her deductive skills gradually emerged from the darkness, and she realized what it must be. "Elliot," she whispered, vaguely noting the weakness of her voice. His lips began to move in response, likely uttering some inane reassurance of safety, but later she could not remember what it was he had said. Searching the encroaching periphery of darkness then, she wondered when the pain would fade, as her partner's face slowly dissolved out of her sight.