It isn't all that far to the snowmobile; Tsybenko and his sailor come buzzing back over the ice fairly soon. "Okay," calls Tsybenko, shooing the sailor away. "Tin can captain! Put him on the back so you do not have to carry him. Kirk, the radio is worse than useless, but I have signaled the- what is that?"

Off in the distance, well away from their current heading someone's just painted the word HPLEH in fiery letters across part of the sky.