Even if his vision had been clear, he'd still have no idea where he was in relation to his destination. The navigation system was the first thing to go when fuel started running scarce. That was miles ago, and while he'd continued in what he assumed was the same direction, he had no way of knowing just how far off course the wind gusts might have driven him."By Santa's beard, I've done it this time!" Garnet shouted as the runners of the sleigh connected with the tops of a few towering trees. This would definitely be the greatest of all his screw-ups. He pulled hard on the yoke, hoping for one last surge of power to help ease his landing.Nothing happened.Garnet's heart raced with fear. He swallowed hard, but the lump in his throat didn't budge. Elf or not, he wasn't indestructible. These last few seconds might be his last. Pressing back against his seat, he tried to brace himself.Wes… I'm sorry…Impact. Pain in his chest, ringing in his ears, endless, swirling white. Then, finally, black.*~*~*Wes jerked awake as a distant boom sent his huskies into a barking frenzy.
