You're not quite sure how to start a conversation with a giant rabbit, but you don't want to be rude by not saying anything. "Umm, hi there. Nice...ears." The rabbit blinks several times and replies, "You must leave the station. NOW." It then vanishes in a puff of smoke, leaving you to ponder its message. You don't understand why, but your gut instinct is telling you to obey. You grab your orange bag, stuff a few jars of Nutella inside, and walk outside into biting cold air. As you crunch through the snow towards McMurdo, you feel at peace, knowing that you've done the right thing. A couple of cargo workers catch up to you on a snowmobile an hour later and escort you back to the station. You're put on the next flight back to Christchurch, and you spend the next three years wandering through the fjordlands, searching in vain for the giant rabbit. |