Around the group, even the dead are vanishing. Soon they'll be left alone out there, and if it weren't for their aches and injuries, the churned ground and ash in all directions, it would be hard to know the last half hour even happened. But here they are, far from home, and the shadows are starting to lengthen.

They can use their radios to try and contact the others, to let them know where they stand. The convoy crew might answer, if one of them can spare the breath and the attention. So too might Delia and Natasha where they speed over the snows. But from Josh, or from Blaze or even Ghost...

There's only silence.

High above, meanwhile, Loki's path will only lead him farther into the Wilds...