Quality of Life

"I feel so much!" He jubilantly confirmed, his voice wavering with sheer emotion as he picked himself up off the ground (cold stone on his hands) and wobbled to his feet (the slight ache in his legs). Sam put his hands out and simply waved them around to feel the air move between his fingers, so real. Staying here seemed cruel when there was so much world to explore out there, but if Isla wanted it he would stay. She had given him this marvellous gift, after all. Besides, she was probably right; if there were such awful adverse effects as promised, he wanted to be in the place where he could get treatment. "Could I...do you have....d-drinks? Or food? Or something...a-aromatic?" He asked eagerly, clasping his hands together. "I...I just want to enjoy it." SAMUEL How could a night so frozen Be so scalding hot? How can a morning this mild Be so raw?