“What kind of monster is that?” a roar growls above my head.
Who’s the monster? Me? A monster?
In the open doorway stands an unfamiliar man with bare torso. Large snowflakes fly past my face. And the glass of the scuba mask rapidly becomes coated with a crust of ice. I’m sitting on a snowy castle porch, in a wetsuit and flippers, surrounded by a winter forest. Let this be just a hallucination!