Now, only Anya, Masha, and LSM-43 remained.
In the sudden, deep quiet, Masha reached out and held Anya’s hand. Anya-10 Masha-8-Lsm-43
Masha was eight, with a mop of strawberry-blonde hair that stuck to her forehead and a habit of talking to the creaking walls. She believed the groaning of the permafrost outside was a white bear trying to tell them stories. She was the "little one." Now, only Anya, Masha, and LSM-43 remained
Then the image changed. It showed the surface. The outpost. But the outpost was dark, and the door to the airlock was open. Two small figures in oversized parkas were walking out onto the ice, hand in hand, following a trail of violet lights that led to a pressure crack in the glacier. and LSM-43 remained. In the sudden