I seem to have fallen asleep in spite of myself. The sound of the turbo engine of the V-Tol has woken me up. I was dreaming. No. I was having a terrible nightmare. I'm drenched in sweat, and my heart is thumping in my throat.

The dream is fading away rapidly just like a dream always does. Then only the memory of fear and deep sorrow remain. To my surprise, I seem to have been crying. In the cockpit, Steve is controlling the plane.

The nightmare has gone far behind. What do I have to fear? Why should I be sad? We're safe, for we got away from the cause of so much fear and sorrow. The island...

I can see the warm sunlight coming into the cockpit, as if it erases the darkness. There are dolphins jumping on the surface of the sea below. However, the fragments of the nightmare never leave my mind.