Henrik raised his hand to his eyes to try to give shade to them. For the last several minutes, the air had a brightness and haze to it that belonged on a summer's midday, not the wet and chill spring morning they were enduring. Indeed, it felt as if they were at sea as the prairie's grasses undulated around them. And just as at sea, they kept their eyes up searching for a tower that might provide the guidance that would save their lives....