The cold rips at Clark’s skin, trying to freeze it in a grimace. He tries to ignore the pain and weariness, knowing to lie down is to die. Clark struggled forward, but the grey view never changes in the twilight hell he finds himself in. Falling to his knees, Clark sees a glimpse of fire. He crawls through the snow, his hand freezing into claws, his legs losing all feeling. Dragging his body the last few feet Clark falls in front of the fire, but feels no warmth. He releases his soul to the flames and dances among the embers.