‘Where are we now, Doctor?’
‘Why, my dear, we've arrived in the coldest place on Earth!’
Snowcap Base, Antartica, 1986
Several hours later
It had been a rather odd morning.
Wearing a bit thin.Dawn was breaking across the desolate wastes of the South Pole. Wind and snow was swirling in the stiff morning breeze, winding and twirling furiously in the biting cold, even as the first lazy tendrils of light crept across the sparkling ground, and towering above it all were the glaciers, imposing behemoths that dominated the frozen kingdom, sheets of ice and dust roaring in thick tails from there windswept peaks.
A huddle of Penguins was nestled into the wasteland, a black speck in the sea of white, heads bowed against the biting wind. The group either hadn't noticed or simply didn't care about the planet was tearing itself apart in the sky above them, silently ripping and melting and coming apart like an exploding watermelon, all unfolding in