Chris got back from lunch to see the video feed on his laptop had gone blank. He ran to the bed as quickly as he could, pulling his arm in the process.He winced as he sat down and tried to refresh the stream. The connection was lost.
Chris swore under his breath as he sat back up quickly, hurting his arm again. Chris changed from his robe into a long sleeve shirt and jeans, missing out on the snow that had begun to pile up outside. He began to pack and he grabbed the Book and his notes. Suddenly he remembered his phone and tries to dial Mahyuddin.
The phone went to voicemail immediately. Chris scrolled down his contact list calling his friend Landers who picked up.
“Landers, we need to go to the dig site,” said Chris impatiently.
“Hey Chris, this isn’t the greatest time. They’re saying there is a foot of snow so far.”
“Landers, the satellite signal is broken, Mayud isn’t picking up the phone.”
“Chris, it isn’t safe to drive out there,” said Landers sounding concerned.
Chris hung up the phone and turned it off. With his bag packed he went to the garage before heading to his car and driving into the snow.
Despite his initially safe driving, the cold caused the pain in his arm to flare up. Chris swerved off of the icy road as his offroader slipped in the ice and flipped over.
Chris found himself flung from through the window. He closed his eyes, seething from the pain but suddenly found himself floating through an inky black space instead of lying in the snow. He looked up and saw a bright light shine down and Chris found himself floating up towards it.