The both of them started walking as fast as possible, but the shivering woman couldn’t bring up the energy to run. After some moments a big tree loomed out of the darkness, to which she pointed: “W-what if we hide underneath that tree, maybe the helicopter won't spot us?" 

As soon as they got there, the gasping woman reached out to the tree to lean onto it. She realized she couldn’t stand anymore and let herself fall down on her hands and knees. The sound of the helicopter got louder and louder, and at one point it seemed like it was almost hovering above the duo. “I-I don’t feel good,” she said while breathing heavily. 

Suddenly, for a split-second, various images of people and places filled her mind. They were memories and she knew them - she recognized them as her memories. She tried to grasp them, but they slipped through her fingers like mere fog. 

The fog disappeared and what came in return was nothing but darkness. She only saw a shimmer of the man who helped her, but she couldn't reach out or speak to him. It felt like her will was locked into her mind.

Rain continued to pour out of the sky and a cold wind blew through the air, shaking the tree's leaves and branches wildly. Drops of water fell on the woman’s back, who'd stopped breathing heavily. She motionlessly stayed in her position and did nothing, while the sound of the rotating helicopter blades got louder and louder.