Shoot the Messenger

Sam ran. The darkness was all around, enveloping and choking him. The only thing more intense was the cold which had invaded his body, making his gait awkward and unsteady. He fell to the ground several times in his terror and shakiness and got more than a few clear cuts and mud-marks, but he got up quickly each time. He had to make it back to the temple. He had to. Finally, blissfully, he saw the doors before him and fell onto them. His fists pounded on the door, Sam not even considering that Remi may have moved since the last time he was there. "REMI! R-REMI!" He yelled through the crack in the door, feeling that if he wasted any time something would come crawling up behind him and drag him away into the night. "IT'S SAMUEL! P-PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!" Remi's insistence on opening the door to Ronin would now work in his favour, hopefully. He had criticised the man's bleeding heart before but now he counted on it. Samuel This time I might just disappear