With every passing minute, Tanner’s hope began to fade. The boat was gone—there was no sign of it, no trace of his friends. The realization weighed heavily on him, slowing his steps until he finally came to a stop and stared at the frozen wasteland.
He was alone, truly alone, in one of the most inhospitable places on Earth. But just as despair threatened to take hold, Tanner noticed something—a faint, unnatural shape against the whiteness. Squinting, he could just make out a squarish structure in the distance.