Day four and still no contact with any human life, Stuart writes in his journal. Well his mental journal that is. The freezing weather and harsh winds would not allow him to take off a glove to hold a pen or pencil. Stuart looks to the east and sees the sun beginning to wake up.
“So, day four. What should we do today?” Stuart says out loud. He looks around. Nope, nothing has changed. Tent is in the same spot, ice is still rock solid and, yup, still completely surrounded by ice cold water.
“Well some breakfast and tea would be a good way to start the day,” Stuart says. He crawls into his tent and brings out his bag.
“Almost out of food and no tea,” he says, scrimmaging through the bag. “At least there’s still bacon.” Stuart fires up his portable camp stove and cooks the bacon over that.
“Well the academy sure lets us live luxuriously,” he says. “Bacon for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But no one to share it with. You don’t want any bacon do you Dr. Frost?” He turns towards the snowman he’d built the day before. Dr. Frost stays silent.
“No, didn’t think so.”
A bird flies by and lands on the iceberg.
“Oh hello Mr. Bird,” Stuart says. “I’m Dr. Jones. Would you care for some bacon?” Back at the academy Stuart would’ve been able to name that bird, but he hadn’t studied them in so long. It was strictly penguins now. Stuart throws a strip of bacon at the bird. It picks it up and flies away.
“Come back soon!” Stuart calls after it. He looks around his little ice boat again.
“What’s on the agenda today Dr. Frost? Back to our studies I suppose, until the academy comes to rescue us. We've got a report to finish you know. It’s why they sent us here.” Stuart turns around to face his snowy friend.
“Can you imagine this Dr. Frost? Me and you all alone in the middle of Antarctica. At least we have each other. How did we get stuck here again?” Stuart scratches his head. “No I can’t seem to remember either. At least the academy supplies us with superb survival kits.” A little gust of wind blows from the east.
“Aha! Look Dr. Frost! It’s the lucky break we’ve been waiting for!” In the distance Stuart sees a group of penguins swimming in his direction. Streaks of white, churning water gliding across the ocean like a boat’s wake.
“Quick Dr. Frost grab the camera, we may not get another chance like this!” Stuart exclaims. He runs to the edge of the iceberg. The pod of penguins glide through the water right by the iceberg like shooting stars in the sky.
“I hope you got some good photographs Dr. Frost. We’ll analyze them when we return to the academy.”
One of the penguins pops right out of the water and slides onto the iceberg. The majestic King Penguin.

“Your Highness, I welcome you to my humble island,” Stuart says to the penguin. He bows low to the ground. “Would you like any bacon?”

Suddenly an enormous leopard seal bursts through the ice and traps the small bird in its jaw. Then as quickly as it had come, the seal drops back through the ice and everything was still again.

“Well that was interesting, wasn’t it Dr. Frost?” Stuart says. “Wouldn’t be the first assassination I’ve witnessed.” He walks over to the hole in his island and peers down. If only he could jump into that water and swim back home, like the penguins. Stuart shakes his head and heads back to his tent. He eats his last strip of bacon.

“Hopefully the academy finds us soon. We’re all out of food. I mean, how could they not notice two missing doctors?” Stuart crawls into his tent and curls into a ball. Nothing else to do but sleep.

When Stuart wakes up it’s dark outside. He crawls out and looks around. The light from the moon was reflecting off the ice around him. Stuart looks at one bizarre looking iceberg. It’s moving. It’s moving very quickly.

“Look at that iceberg over there Dr. Frost. Doesn’t it look peculiar?” Stuart says. “Wait a minute. That’s no iceberg!” Stuart crawls into his tent as fast as he can. He rips open his survival kit and grabs the flair. The sky erupts with orange light.

“Dr. Jones, is that you?” a voice calls out from the darkness.

“Yes, yes, you’ve finally come. I knew you’d come,” Stuart shouts back. The boat stops beside the iceberg and men climb out. A woman wraps a blanket around Stuart and leads him towards the boat.

“Is Dr. Ross here with you Dr. Jones?” The woman asks him.

“Dr. Ross? No, no it’s just Dr. Frost and I here,” Stuart replies. A man whispers something to the woman. Stuart manages to catch him say, “he’s not here.” He climbs into the boat.

“Wait, you’re forgetting Dr. Frost. We need him. He has pictures,” Stuart shouts at the men.

“Come along Dr. Jones,” the woman says. She forces him inside the boat. The men still on the iceberg pack up all of Stuarts supplies. One tent, two sleeping bags, two survival kits, and two pillows.

“We can’t leave him behind!” Stuart cries.