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Jim knew nothing more until he struggled up again from the vast depths of darkness. This time, his mind felt blessedly alive and buoyant and free. He simply lay there against the soft cushion and let the strength flow back to him.
He sat suddenly erect. He was alone, and the car had stopped. He looked out into the white expanse of the Polar Cap once more.