I can feel everything shattering and falling out from underneath me, like I’ve been standing on a sheet of glass for all these years. This sheet of glass is the only thing that keeps me from losing all humanity, all of my sanity which wasn’t in large amounts to begin with. This ice, you see, starts to break. I don’t panic though, I just stand there. I pray to God or whatever is up there, watching over us all, that I’m not going to fall. It starts to really break now, not just cracks. There are pieces of the ice missing. I know I’m going to fall in but I just have to keep this faith that I’ll find some way out of the situation. I can’t look for ways out anymore though, I have to face this head on. If I drown, I drown. If I die, I’m dead. If I’d just remember to stay calm and move slowly, I’ll be fine.