Attacked, attacked by angels with white wings, these damned demons glowed fiercely in the wind and snow. The text continues to call, meaningless. Estero had put his weak companion back on the bed. The next morning, when he was awake, Carney slowly climbed to the table again and again, sat in front of the transmitter, and sent out ticking Morse codes. But North Creek could no longer receive a telegram for help. At this time, the wire has been cut by the wind and snow, and the information is no longer available.
In the evening, Estero put his unconscious companion on the bed again, tucked the quilt and went out to find firewood. When he returned, he found Karni sitting facing the transmitter with a calm expression.