QUOTE : I started to feel I wasn’t right,” Blaine said. “I’ve been through organ failure, but there’s nothing worse than mental illness. I looked through the ice at a guy standing in front of me and asked him what time it was. He says, ‘Two o’clock.’ I say to myself, Oh, man, I’m not done with this until ten P.M. That’s eight more hours! I tell myself it won’t be so bad once there’s only six hours left, so I just have to get through the next two hours. That’s the kind of time-shift technique I use to change perspective so I get through these stunts. I waited for at least two hours, just patiently waited, and it was difficult. I was hearing voices. I was seeing people’s bodies carved into the ice. And I don’t realize that these are all hallucinations from sleep deprivation. You don’t know what’s going on—you think it’s real because you’re awake. So I waited two hours, and I looked at a guy through the ice and asked, ‘What time is it?’” Gazing through the ice, Blaine still had enough mental resources to realize that this guy looked much like the guy at two o’clock. Then he discovered that it was the same guy. “He goes, ‘Two-oh-five,’” Blaine recalled. “That’s when things got really bad.” Somehow he stayed in the ice until the prime-time removal, but he was so dazed, incoherent, and weak that he had to be rushed off immediately in an