After his numerous failed attempts to conclude his sentence, Ariana felt a strange sensation. It was then she noticed the hand she held was deathly cold, trembling subtly, devoid of any warmth.

Asense of uneasiness swept over her. Turning her gaze to Theodore, she found him ghostly white, his eyes devoid of any spark, his lips carrying a hint of a purplish hue.

“Theodore? Theodore!" Fear seized her at the sight of him like this, an apprehension creeping in that something wasn't right. She clutched his hand and softly tapped his cool cheek, her voice trembling with dread.

"Theodore, what's going on? I won't question any further, alright? Respond to me, Theodore!”

But he remained still, seemingly oblivious to her pleas, his voice mechanically repeating Marley's name.