Power levels: four percent
Sparr tightened his grip on the air car control stick nervously, his eyes darting between the display and the approaching shore. Frigid air swirled around him, but he felt nothing but dread.
Power levels: three percent
It had been his desire to avoid the cold that had spurred him to make one more open-water crossing that day. The frosty, wind-swept shore he had departed from not half an hour earlier had promised to be a miserable place to make camp. The far shore was just in sight, and Sparr had been lulled into confidence by the impressive range of the air car. He would make the crossing before dark, and almost certainly find a more sheltered spot. Not five minutes into the crossing, however, headwinds had picked up, and the power levels began to drop sharply
