3, 2, 1... Mark Westwood slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness surfacing through the darkness like a buoyant ice floe. The biting cold pierced through his arctic gear, its invisible tendrils wrapping around him, seeping into his very marrow. The surrounding blackness was absolute, broken only by the faint red glow of the emergency lights casting eerie shadows within the cramped confines of the wreckage. He tried to move his limbs, but found himself tightly harnessed to the seat, immobiliz...

3, 2, 1... Mark Westwood slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness surfacing through the darkness like a buoyant ice floe. The biting cold pierced through his arctic gear, its invisible tendrils wrapping around him, seeping into his very marrow. The surrounding blackness was absolute, broken only by the faint red glow of the emergency lights casting eerie shadows within the cramped confines of the wreckage. He tried to move his limbs, but found himself tightly harnessed to the seat, immobiliz...