The ground was cold despite the wind hardly blew and where Ryan was, was entrenched in darkness. Ryan sat restraint next to the radio, he had tried to leave this place to get up to the top and head towards his family but Frank and Sally had stopped him. They were in deep conversation with the old man but they were too far away for him to make out what they were saying. Seated opposite him was Alina, she hadn’t said much when he had the outburst about leaving but Ryan saw the despair that lurked deep in her eyes.
Too many things were going on outside of her own prediction and outside of his, it was like trying to piece together a form of semblance to the road map that they had. These things in that ship Ryan had summarised that they had to be the same as the father of immortality. Did they
