Jopson tried digging his chin into the frozen earth to propel himself forward another foot or two. He immediately chipped one of his last remaining teeth in two but dug his chin in again for another try. His body was simply too heavy. It seemed attached to the earth by great weights. I am only thirty-one years old, he thought fiercely, angrily. Today is my birthday. “Wait… wait… wait… wait.” Each syllable was weaker than the last.