Don’t know what? Steve had been battling boredom and a sense of dread that wouldn’t leave him, even as he tried to muddle through escape plans and contingencies on escape plans.

He was almost startled, therefore, when James spoke again.

“A few hours?” No. James said ice. Ice didn’t make sense. The ocean was cold, yes, but it would take awhile to actually ice over after he crashed. Steve found his lips sticking to his teeth. He needed water. Everything was much too dry here. “I could really use some answers, here, pal.”