It's wonderful. Everywhere, so white. The river has frozen over. Not a soul on the ice. Only me skating fast. I'm speeding past trees, Leaving little lines in the ice, Splitting, splitting sound, Silver heels spitting, spitting snow. ("Sonar says...[inaudible]...deep...[inaudible]") There's something moving Under, under the ice, Moving under ice, Through water, Trying to get out of the cold water. "It's me." Something, someone--help them. "It's me."