Lily stared with fascination, as she took in their surroundings, infinitely tall pine trees with animals scurrying along their spindly branches, in the distance vast mountains, lightly dusted with snow like iced buns. Trees around them were bent and broken, where the sky ship had crash landed. Tom peered over the railings at the everlasting forest around them.

Behind the wall of pine trees an old house stood, stone walls gaped over a door which was ajar, with rusty windows. The house looked as if abandoned years ago, nature intertwined around the roof and weaved in and out gaps in the walls. Next to the house, an over-grown garden lay, full of flowers. To the over side a rusty bike lay, old and forgotten. The place itself was quite empty and oddly silent as the hurricane blew off west.

The evening sun had already cooled down the forest, as the last few animals went to bed. Ten minutes later the twins found themselves standing alone on the Icecracker. With strict orders from Captain Alex, not to leave the sky ship at all costs. The rest of the crew had headed off to search the house and to find supplies for the night. Tom and Lily gazed out their shared cabin window in silence, watching shooting stars gollop across the night sky, and over the glowing yellow moon.

At that moment, the twins heard a heavy footstep right behind them…