[Yeoman]

The wide heavy tracks were greatful for a rest, and the melting snow cooled them off. Ahead of The Nixbank lay a sheer impassible drop onto a lower ice. shelf. A side hatch burst open, and a young woman dressed in loose desert robes dropped onto the freshly fallen snow. She looked behind her, and then ahead. She sighed deeply and removed her helmet of which a thousand grains of sand fell from. They were to late, the arm of ice linking canada and greenland was melting fast, already she could see chunks of ice escaping off into the sea. She was trapped, with no food, and no fuel and no water. Trapped on the wrong side of the world with the desert invading the ice like an unstopable plague behind her.