Dozing, Wyatt didn't see the first fiery ball come crashing to earth, but he certainly felt it, and the ones that came after, slamming into the man-made mountain. Steel groaned and screamed, the track quaked, dirt and debris rained from the tunnel ceiling.

"Howard!" He was grabbing for his bag with one hand, for the boy with the other, and trying to find his feet all at the same time. Haunting flashes of the ice field - cracking and shifting and collapsing - clouding his vision. "Julie! Time to go!"

They were bringing the mountain down, he was sure of it.