Hovering just outside the cave was a small helicopter. I had no idea who was inside it or how long it had been since the cable car crashed, but it didn’t matter. We were saved and never again would I agree to climb any sort of mountain in the middle of the night.
A metal and fabric ladder clattered from the door down to us. Matt helped me onto the ladder and climbed up after me. There were two men inside. One in the pilot’s seat, and the other helping me inside. He looked about our age and wore vintage sunglasses with his vintage helmet. His skin was a reddish-bronze as if he spent a lot of time in the sun.
He grinned, “Welcome aboard, Miss Renda. We’ve got hot cocoa!”
I tried to smile, but I couldn’t manage it as he wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and helped me into a seat. Matt
