Jake hauled Sandy out of the tin room and threw her on his back. Grabbing her legs in a hurry, he rushed off towards the nearby ice-breaker.

‘We can make it!’ he called. ‘We can get there!’

‘Why are we running?’ said Sandy. ‘And why am I on your back?’

Jake threw Sandy inside the helicopter (changed due to expiration on the ice-breaker hire) and hopped into the driver’s seat. He put on the helmet and ear-muffs, flipped some switches, and pulled hard on the stick.

‘We were running because the pyramid is about to blow up!’
And, sure enough, the ice beneath them started to crack and fly high into the air, just prior to a massive explosion throwing the helicopter all the way to Australia where it crashed and blew up in a ball of flame.


End Script


Paul lowered the papers, frowned, and then looked up.

‘Yes,’ he said. ‘Yes, this will do nicely. I’ll do it!’

SiL reached across the table, shook the man’s hand, and blew up.