He heard Jack's voice calling his name right as he hit the surface of the water. It wasn't his name name, he had a feeling Jack knew the significance of that utterance. But it was Jack, somewhere above him. Somewhere calling to him.

While it was warm outside, the water he hit was bitterly cold. Too cold, if he thought about it. The rocks were thick with ice and big, heavy coagulated blocks floated near him. His head just missed a rock, though he hit one with his thigh. It burned in the cold water.

His body floated there, frozen, for just a few moments. A few moments of silence.

Then, he heard the crackle of lightning.