Alex awoke with an empty look in his eyes.
Even as the cold wind struck him with a frightening ferocity, threatening to encase him in ice if he stayed out too long, he didn't stir, merely staring at whatever his current position could afford.
Naturally, what he saw was the sheets of white that covered the land along with the few ice sculptures that were in his line of sight.
Nothing else mattered at that moment for him as he tried time and again to recall her face, only to fail each time.
He could recall everything, from her head down to her feet, but there was one thing that was missing, not just for Isabella but Mary-Jane as well.
Their faces, for whatever reason, he couldn't recall their faces.
They appeared as blank slates or blurred-out images in his memories, leaving him yearning to recall their appearance even for a moment.
Just as he was on the verge of losing it, a pair of legs walked into his line of sight and a familiar voice echoed.
"He's awake!"