No

You try to stay calm as her hand cuts off your oxygen supply, and soon you’re starting to feel woozy and resigned to your fate. There are worse ways to die than in this strong woman’s arms. She starts talking to you, but the words wash over you.

And then she’s slapping you in the face, and you realise you can breathe.

“Just waking you up,” she says. “You’re missing the best bit, the final breaths.” And then you’re in her grip again, her hand firmly in place.

As your life flashes before your eyes, those same eyes blink and then close, and you feel Martha lowering your shaking body to the ground, one hand gently stroking your cheek while her other hand takes away your life.