Neisy+R.

Cold. Evil Cold. Blue toes throbbing, muscles twitching. My body twisted like a pretzel Defending itself against the cold.

But Cold is relentless. It finds a gap in my defense, and enters through my nostrils. I feel it flow down my throat, and into the core of my body, Trying to destroy its warmth.

That annyoying, incessant hum from the big grey box at the back of the room, Where Cold comes from, Taunts me, threatens me, Telling me that Cold will not let up.

Evil, evil Cold.