The short story Jack stand at the edge of the Iceberg. He looks forward and sees only freezing desert. He is exhausted, he didn’t see anyone after that shipwreck. The despair almost devoured him. Abruptly the ice under his feet creaks splits and he is starting falling down under the surface into the wild, dark, icy hell. He covers his face with hands trying to protect himself from icicles which fly to him from each side. It seems that this tunnel has not end, the light becomes dim and almost disappears. The despair replaced with deep fear, heart beating increased to maximum, adrenalin heats the almost frozen blood...Jack wakes up. The disease retreats, he feels it.