What happened immediately afterward was quick and confusing; even today I still try to sort it all out and remember it properly. I know the furious wind of the blades pushed me backward when the enormous white helicopter prepared to land a few meters from me. Luke disappeared quickly over the edge of the terrace with a jump, and at first I didn’t ask where he was going or what he planned to do—I just saw him leave. Nothing could be heard; the hissing, rhythmic noise of the engine was deafening, and I managed to cover Andre’s ears with my own hands as we moved to a safe distance. The force of the wind cleared the snow from the helipad in seconds, and a large fluorescent orange “H” appeared on the wet, icy concrete.
As soon as the landing skids made contact and the machine settled, the engi
