A faint whirring sound registered in Zoe's ear. Loosening her grip on the axe, she lowered her guard for a moment to locate the direction of the sound. A small pin prick of an object appeared in the sky coming from the north face. The minuscule aircraft appeared to be hovering over the Tibet camp clear on the other side of the mountain. It was glimmer of hope, to get away from these two characters and return back to civilization. Turning her back on the two strangers she began trekking towards the speck on the horizon waving her arms.