I wait on the surface for days. Then the days turn into weeks. My uncle and Hans never return.

I often thought of following them, but I lack their skill. If they could not survive, there is no chance that I would.

After two months my supplies were low, so I made my way back to Reykjavik. I told my story to the authorities, and they organised a search expedition. They never found my friends. Or the center of the Earth.

And so my friends are gone, and I erected a small monument. They were martyrs to mankind's urge to never stop exploring, no matter what the cost.


What should I do now?