Samara had a dream. In the middle of the blizzard, Roland rode his horse through the darkness with light and came to him. As soon as he saw her, he hugged her so tight.
He also said sorry that he came late.
Just when she was about to say no to him and that he was just on time, a mass of snow suddenly fell towards them on one side of the mountain wall.
"Roland, run!"
She tried her best to push Roland away, but it was a step too late, and the heavy snow fell and buried them in it.
She was plunged into darkness again, unable to see the light, nor Roland.
Most of her body was buried in the snow, leaving her head and hands outside. Samara kept waving her hands while she was trying to find Roland, but no matter how hard she groped, she couldn't find anyone.
"Roland, where are you?"
"I'm here."
Suddenly, her hand was held, but Roland's voice was weak.
"How are you?"
"I am fine."
"Roland?"