Will was standing in the kitchen, staring out the window with a cold cup of coffee in his hands. There was so much going on with everything lately that sometimes he just felt a bit of inertia, preventing him from doing anything but staring out the window with cold coffee. He couldn't go to work today, and Patrick had told him not to anyway. Poor Aderyn and her terrible fate, and Luna so far away, and Tuck-
There was a thumping, and Will froze. He was sure Much and Stutely were both out- he went white and turned, putting the cup halfway on the bench so as he let go it toppled onto the floor and smashed, spilling everywhere, but he didn't even glance back, his feet taking him faster and faster to the en suite where the thumping was getting even more panicked-
Tuck was alive. He was alive and fighting against the ice and the sheet that he was wrapped in. Will grasped the top of the sheet with both hands and hauled Tuck bodily out of the tub, so he hit the floor with a thump, and then he was tearing at the cold cloth, trying to free Tuck's limbs and he was such a weird colour- "Tuck? Tuck! I'm here, I'm here, I'm here," he chanted, trying to touch him without getting smacked. "Look at me! You're here!"