It was dark. There was the impression of giant things moving around them, kicking up eddies in the air, but making no sound. There was a cold in the air, too. A cold they could feel in their bones, but not one that came from all around. It radiated from some point ahead of them, where the darkness seemed somehow thicker, as if that were possible. They could each hear the breath of the other, and their own, but no word nor shout nor scream could they force past their lips. Their hands tightened their grip on each other, but with a sickening lurch that grip was torn away, and they were alone in the darkness.