There are so many others, here, beneath the surface. Erebus is within sight but so far out of your reach, and soon you will both be gone, to join the others who have been lost. Crozier thinks they are alone, stalked and hunted only by what lives on the ice, but half-crushed as you are, your legs stretching towards the sea below, you know with certainty that that is not true: you are not the first, and you will not be the last, to call this place your grave.