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Ianto moved his arm again and this time he saw a few crystals falling from the movement.
He was upright.
Fuck! He was standing up?
Ianto's other arm was behind him, like a waiter or a dancer in full flight.
One arm flung into the air while the other is tucked behind, into the small of his back.
He reached up and pushed.
More snow fell around his waist and chest.
Ianto struggled in his icy tomb and felt more give.
Could he dig?
He knew which way was up.
How far was he from the surface?
I mean, there is light, right?
Ianto felt deep seated panic flare through his body.
What if he was too far down to be found?
What if he was badly hurt and bleeding out but couldn't feel it?
What if they didn't even know he was gone yet and not even looking?
What of the batteries on the beacon were flat?
What if Walter never saw him again, not even a body to burry?
What if….if…
What if … god, stop whining and get your arse moving ya whinger.
Thanks Lisa. Sorry about that.
Ianto tried to calm himself by concentrating on his breathing but his heart was pounding so loudly.
A constant thump, thump, thump.
Wait.
Was that his heartbeat?
Ianto concentrated and felt a new spike of adrenaline.
A helicopter!