Emma ran towards the hole in the ice, but was afraid of going too close. "Jack!" she called. She wondered when he would surface. "Jack?"
The water was becoming calmer, lapping gently against the ragged edges of the ice. She couldn't see down into the dark water. Fear started to grip her.
"Jack! Come up! Come back!" She knew he'd been down too long. She tore off her skates and ran to the staff Jack and dropped. She tried to angle it into the hole in the ice, but she couldn't get close enough without it starting to crack again.
"Jack!" She was crying now. "Jack..." She sobbed at the edge of the broken, unhearing ice.