Constable Benton Fraser: You know, there was a woman once, Ray. We were, um... I don't know what we were. In the end, I tracked her up above the 62nd parallel into a place called Fortitude Pass. A storm had been blowing for days, the whole world was white. By the time I found her, I'd lost everything - my packs, my supplies... everything. She was huddled in the lee side of a mountain crag, almost frozen, very near death. So I staked a lean-to and draped my coat around it, and I drew her inside and covered her body with mine, and I just held her... while the storm closed around us like a blanket. And I forced her to speak to me, just talk to me; say anything to keep the cold from taking her. And it snowed for a day, and a night... and a day. I was delirious; I almost gave up. The only thing I had to hold onto was the sound of her voice, which never wavered. She recited a poem, over and over. You know a funny thing? I must have heard that poem a thousand times that night, but I never heard the words. It ended... badly. She had a darkness inside her. And the most beautiful voice... the most beautiful voice you ever heard.
[choked up, looks over to see Ray nodded off]