The flares illuminated the icy wasteland, their light cutting through the heavy clouds. Peter and Dr. Yakub stood in tense anticipation, the minutes dragging into what felt like hours. Then, faintly at first, the unmistakable sound of helicopters broke through the silence, growing louder with each passing second.
The rescue team arrived swiftly, descending onto the ship with practiced efficiency. Dr. Yakub hugged Peter tightly, his tears flowing freely. “You saved my life,” he whispered. “I thought I’d die here, forgotten.” Peter said nothing, simply patting his back, a quiet reassurance that it was over.