The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 181

A moment later, the aircraft shuddered violently.

Cassandra's steady voice filtered through the intercom. "Mr. Foster, we are currently crossing The Drake Passage, so expect some turbulence. Once we clear the strait, we'll officially be over Antarctica."

"Understood."

...

An unknown amount of time passed before Wyatt slowly blinked his eyes open. His neck was incredibly stiff, and it took a few moments of awkward stretching before he could properly turn his head.

The dense fog outside the window had vanished, replaced by an endless expanse of grayish-white ice. It stretched out to the horizon, making it look like the surface of an alien planet.

He checked his watch and groaned. "Damn it! We've been in the air for nine hours!"

Beside him, Garrison sat with his hands folded neatly in his lap. His amber eyes were fixed on the window, his posture as utterly still and flawless as a Greek statue.

"You haven't slept at all, Dr. Foster?"

"You woke up at the perfect time. We've arrived."

"Arrived where?" Wyatt looked around, completely disoriented.

"Endurance Station."

*

The helicopter touched down on the helipad right in front of Endurance Station.

"So this is Endurance Station?" Wyatt's eyes went wide.

The research facility was far more spectacular than he had imagined. A cluster of sleek, silver-white buildings sat together on the ice, looking like a fleet of spaceships anchored in the frozen wasteland.

The main structure featured a streamlined design, its exterior plated in a matte metal that gleamed coldly under the gray Antarctic sky.

Garrison ignored him. Cassandra's voice came through the radio again.

"The cabin doors are opening. Please prepare to disembark."

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