"What!?" I mustered the strength to speak. These numbers were the hardest to get in a roll. What do I aim for? Should I go for eleven? twelve and two are impossible right now. I need eleven, I need eleven, I need eleven, I need eleven. My hand opened as the dice flew out for a final time, rolling on nothingness. Everything went silent, that whistle from earlier had gone silent, the knocking of the dice had gone silent. I heard my heart beat. I heard my breath. i didn't hear my thoughts.