The bridge filled with Fionn's words: "We're landing on the plateau fuel station! HOLD ON!"

They did, with whatever they could. Pit clenched his teeth around the seatbelt and closed his eyes.

Well. I don't pray often, he thought, with that tiny voice inside his soul, which only spoke when he was within a stone's throw of death. Often.

He prayed now, but they were such secret prayers he didn't even know their contents. Just whispered them with that tiny voice and ...