Day 3: Saturday super-very-early morning, April 4th, 2044.
At the foot of the mountain, I ran out of energy and my suit reverted back again. "Oof!" I fell over and brought Daina down with me. 'Huff, huff, huff.' We caught our breaths, unable to walk any further.
"Sister Daina... We're going... to have to... sleep out here... for tonight. Is that... OK?"
She groaned in pain. "I... suppose so," she replied. "Urk... I know that feeling." I watched in awe as she retched up some mercury. "Why is this happening?"
That was probably a consequence of her damaged band. "Your band is broken," I pointed out. She gasped. "Mine too. I think Santiago did it, that slimy, swindling scum." She nodded.
I shivered as a chilling wind blew. The night air was frighteningly cold. "I'll have to... see if... I
