Cold. In the stream. Water's cold. And I'm sinking. Sold. Everything. I ever owned. To keep my hands free. Now that I've conversed with I'll pray they'll still pray for me. I'm thinking that I must be. Nearing the coast. Stones. Think of bones. On the floor of the ocean. I don't. Know what to do. With my hands With nothing I won't use... Now that I've conversed with I'll pray they'll still pray for me. I'm thinking that I must be. Nearing the coast. No one. No one. Is slow. Slower than the fourth leg. Slow. Oh. Oh.