The ice man who came inside to speak to Paul eight years before, and never left.

One of the ice men moved the chair into place.

Every few years he cracked and stopped being the ice man for minutes at a time.

Another of the ice men already stood in the doorway.

The ice man grinned down from his truck as they walked up.

Maybe he wanted out and the ice man whacked him.

Safety experts say that it may not be glamorous, but we need more ice men.

He'd come from Italy on a vendetta against the ice man.

Their legs moved stiffly; a few were being carried by the ice men on either side.

Instead he was an ice man, totally in control.