It was cold. Like a vacuum, dragging at her insides like it wanted to take them right along, rip them from her body. It was like when a light switch is flicked incorrectly and gets stuck halfway, leaving a flickering light—she felt a stutter in her pulse, her breath catch in her lungs like a hiccup, but it never fully stopped or even paused, and as quickly as that flicker had come, it was gone.