All of us had been through the same emotions, I think. We’d started pinning a lot on our call to New Zealand, though we didn’t know exactly how they could help us. It had been so exciting when the man responded to our mayday. But it hadn’t taken him long to curdle our little cup of hope. Our reactions after that were about what you’d expect. We wandered off in different directions – the four of us not on sentry, that is – no one wanting to talk to anyone else. The thing was, now I couldn’t see any hope at all. What could we do? Where could we go? The only option was to return to Hell, but I couldn’t stomach that idea at the moment. I thought I’d go mad in that claustrophobic cauldron of rocks and trees. I never wanted to see it again. I wanted to see escalators and traffic lights and skyscrapers and crowded crowded streets. I wanted to mix with millions of people, in the world’s biggest city. I was sick of our lifestyle and the five people I had to share it with. I landed in the room with the electronics gear fifteen minutes before we were due to call back.
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