Something is wrong. I feel cold. I feel really cold, but when I touch my face with my hand, it comes away wet. My whole body is shaking. Do I have a fever?

My shoulder is hurting more than it was before. It hurts to move now, so I'll just stay where I am.

Everything hurts.

I can't remember what I'm supposed to be doing here, or how long I've been here, but…what am I talking about?

My teeth are chattering. Am I hot or cold? I can't make up my mind now.

I can see the snowflakes gently falling outside. I wish I could hear them, but snow is silent.

Silent and deadly.

A lot of things are deadly. Snakes. Polo mallets. Space. Space is deadly. Wait, where did that come from? I like space, I think. It's quiet and beautiful, but I don't know why I know that.

I know I have a bad shoulder. It hurts all the time. It hurts worse every day now. Its going bad. What? No, I mean infected. That's it, its infected. I'm not thinking straight. I think the infection in my shoulder is going to my brain. I'm fuzzy and hurting and I can't get up off my bed anymore.

I think I want to sleep.

Am I going to die? I'm a little bit scared to go to sleep in case I die. I feel like I might, I've been here so long, I can't remember anywhere else. I can't remember a time when my shoulder didn't hurt.

I think I am hungry. I must be. I can't remember the last time I could eat anything. There is water and something on a plate there, but I can't sit up anyway, and I think if I try and eat, I might be sick.

I won't sleep! I want to know who brings the water and keeps the door locked so I can't get out. I don't want to die either, and I might if I let myself sleep.

I am so tired…

I'm awake.

I heard a noise, and I'm awake. There is someone in the room, but I don't think they have brought any more water. I want to jump up and demand an explanation from them. Why am I here? What happened to my shoulder? But I can't do anymore than make a low noise in my throat. I have no energy for anything else.

Someone grabs me roughly by my bad shoulder and I scream. I can't stop myself. It hurts…it hurts so much. Hurts….

I am now on my back I think, looking up into a bright light. I think its some kind of a torch being flashed in my face. There are voices, and one of them I recognize from somewhere in the distant past. I can't see past the light. I can't remember who the voice belongs to, but I trust the voice. I don't know why, but I trust it.

The light disappears, and I can see a face pushed into my own, so closely I can smell his breath. Tobacco and liquorice…odd that I remember that, but not the name. He has grey hair and a large nose. The light from the torch is shining off the end of it, and I find myself watching the reflection of the light.

"Well go on then, what are you waiting for?" I hear a voice say from the darkness. The man with the nose holds up a long thin device that I know is not good news. He clicks something with his thumb and points it at me.

"Sorry Master John." He says softly. "Your time 'as come!"

He aims the rounded end of the tube…a gun I suddenly remember…at my face and closes his eyes.

I watch as he pulls the trigger…