"You can call me Jack Frost," said Jack giving up.

"No, Jack. Don't do that. Don't you say your goodbyes. You're not going to die. Not here. Not like this. You're going to make lots of babies, and you're going to watch them grow, and you're going to die an old man, warm in your bed. Promise me that, Jack, and never let go of that promise," I said.

But Jack didn't promise. He was certain he was going to die. He just smiled at me before closing his eyes and resting his head. As cute as he looked with his eyes close, I was not going to let him die. I just couldn't. He didn't deserve to after all he'd been through. I sighed. I wanted to help him.