Skip no longer felt terror, but instead deep regret. 

​     He loved life. 

     He didn't want to die. 

     He was still a virgin! Fuck!

​     He felt himself fall.

     Or did he? 

​     It wasn't like he really, physically fell because he was already flat on his back on the ice. 

     It was like he fell away.

     Away from consciousness. 

​     Away from life.

     Although it felt more like life fell away from him. 

     He found he could see again. 

     Or could he? 

     He saw something, but was it real or was it...

​     Because what he saw was himself.

     Now the sight of ​that, of seeing himself blue and covered with snow, should have really freaked him out, but he felt nothing. 

     In those very few moments, the person that called himself Skip Dawson seemed to exist only as an observer, and that observer hovered over his own frozen body. 

     Still, what he saw next, in spite of what I just said about him not feeling anything, astonished him.

     He saw a coin.

     It flipped end over end in the air... 

     to land on Skip's chest.

     Skip's last words, expressed to himself, before all consciousness departed:

     What the...   

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