The lapse of time he remained coiled on the floor did not go beyond five mintunes but even so he could feel the thick layer of fur pressed against the lush snow begin to tremble as the cold seeped into him. He embraced the cold with a straight face, simply staring up ahead as his lungs filled and deflated rythmically. It was in that moment of deep thought and meditation that the face of his deceased sister materialized from the shadows. Though it still held the features of a child (like as he had last seen her) there was no doubt in the male's mind that it was her who was standing in front of him.
Had she come to reap him from the earth? Was it time to live the terrenal grounds to live forever with his sister's spirit? While still laying on the ground with his eyes closed, Galileo called into the dead of the shadows spreading in his mind, for he too thought he was dying.
But he wasn't.
Not yet.
He woke with a jolt, pulling his head brusquely from the ground as he turned towards the source of the voice that had fished him out of his morbid imagination. He was glad to find Bazi standing before him, and though he was too tired to give her an elaborate greeting he did manage to dedicate a gentle smile in her direction.
