Shit, the pack feels heavy, the air is thick, the heat is back. Boonierats are at the doors off-loading supplies. Head down, watch the blades. Quick thumbs up to the crew. Thumbs-up returned, the ship starts off again.
Whole process takes less than two minutes.
As the bird lifts off, I spot the CP and pull Royal along. HE wants to get back on the ship. Not a bad idea, Puddin'. That's where I'd like to be. Heart rate starts to drop, sounds of the chopper drift off into nothingness.