She’d read. She’d shed her jacket, like all the other passengers. Now she was desperate for them to land. She wanted to see the ice continent, she wanted to step away from the master flirt next to her, and she wanted to get to her wall and work on it. She needed to retain her focus. “Ensure you have your ECW on, please. Conditions on the ice are deteriorating, but we’re past the point of no return.” The pilot’s voice came loud and crackly through the speakers. “Everyone buckle up. This might be a bumpy one.” Emma froze for a moment and watched the activity burst in the cabin. Everyone zipped up their jackets and their belts. Past the point of no return? Did that meant they didn’t have enough fuel to return to Christchurch should they not be able to land on the ice? Yeah. So they simply had to land on the ice. Emma’s stomach clenched as a foreign, claustrophobic feeling pressed inward, and all of a sudden it seemed the cabin didn’t have enough oxygen. Mentally she remembered that she had resigned herself to the fates and that there was nothing she could do about the situation she was in.
