“If you have forgotten, we just saw the other half of the axis recede from us at one-hundred-thousand kilometers per hour.”

A pause.

“That is a slight problem.”
With difficulty, Alarick managed to right himself and started crawling towards the tent, careful to keep a solid hold on the snow. Hans, unsure of what his colleague’s plans were, followed.

Inside the tent Alarick was busy searching.
“My supplies have gone with my pack,” Hans offered, still slightly annoyed by the loss. Alarick ignored him and continued rummaging through the mess. At last, he emerged, trailing behind him a set of extinguishers from the standard supplies.

“I never thought that these would ever come in handy in Antarctica,” he said giving half to Hans. “The crash site is not too far from here. If there is any slight possibility of salvation, it would come from the one who endeavored to doom us all.”

“That is assuming that pilot is not just some crackpot with access to a blimp.”

“Well… we must investigate."