Unforgettable journey to other planets

“Understood,” the captain replied and turned on the intercom. “Is the equipment operational?” he turned to the communication officer.

“Captain, the equipment is out of order,” the officer replied with a show of hands.

“Get a map of the area and mark the last position on it,” the captain said with determination to carry out the order.

“Yes,” the co-pilot responded.

Yulia tugged at Dr Capri’s sleeve and looked at him with an expression of bewilderment. Dr Capri began to explain the military’s conversation:

“The electronics are out of order. But we’re going to try to find the source on the regular map. We seem to have been close by.”

Yulia shook her head and, pressing her lips together, turned to the window. She felt fear creeping up and imagined she was talking to her mother on the phone and describing her condition, “Mom, everything burns inside. It’s like a mixture of despair, misunderstanding, resentment, and fear.” The cocktail was clearly not to Yulia’s taste. She looked at the mountains around her and thought that this would never happen to her in Moscow. “And I don’t really need it!”

Dr Capri fatherly put his hand on her shoulder.

“Yulia,” he began to say in his usual calm and judicious voice, “please don’t despair.”

He, also, looked at the mountains and nodded a little understandingly.

“Soon it will be over. I’m sure we’ll find someone’s portable player lying on a hiking trail and go back,” he smiled, following Yulia. “And then I’ll show you Pashupatinath. It’s an amazing place. The biggest Shiva temple in the world. I’ll take you to the lake called Rani Pokhari. You will like it.”

Yulia wiped her tears and patted Tulu-Manchi’s hand to show that she agreed. He smiled and pointed to the mountain ahead. It was Kanchenjunga. Yulia flicked her nose and with a sense of the universality of this mountain exhaled loudly and long with a ‘Ho’ sound.

“The point from where the signal is supposedly coming from is over there, under that peak,” the co-pilot pointed into the distance.

“We’ll make three tapering circles and if we don’t find anything, we’ll head back to base,” the captain said.

He did a small maneuver, the helicopter shook violently.

“Engine power is dropping!” he shouted. “Something is wrong with the machine!”

The helicopter began to descend against the actions of the pilots. The rotor blades began to slow down and the sound density decreased.

“Select a landing spot!” commanded the captain. “Everyone, grab hold of the handrails!”

The helicopter was approaching the ground. Tulu-Manchi held Yulia’s hand tightly. But she looked tiredly at the actions of the military and the doctor and did absolutely not feel the fall. Yulia stopped understanding what was happening. She turned as pale as the snow on the mountain tops around her. Her eyes rolled back, and she fell from this mountain madness into the quiet surf of her subconscious. The captain yanked the lever and the helicopter hovered just in front of the ground for a moment and landed gently, as gently as it could on the hillside. Everything went quiet.

“Are you all right?” looking at Yulia with fright, the doctor asked.

“No,” replied Yulia calmly, coming to her senses, “I’m not alright.”

The assistant captain opened the helicopter doors from the outside and helped Yulia out. The helicopter was sliding down the mountain. The pilots began throwing rocks under the wheels. The helicopter slid down a few more centimeters and froze.

Yulia, Dr Capri, the communications officer, and the two pilots stood in the middle of the mountain and looked at the bizarre giant steel dragonfly, which looked absurd in this landscape. Around the military and scientists towered mountains and an immense silence that contrasted strongly with the noise and anxiety that had ended a moment before.

The military put a few more large rocks under the wheels of the helicopter for reassurance. They took a few steps back, assessing the situation, trying to comprehend what had happened.

“Hey! Are you okay?” an English speech rang out behind them.

The assistant captain drew his gun and pointed it in the direction of the approaching figure.

“Stop and raise your hands!” shouted the soldier in Nepali.

The man stopped and put his hands in the air.

“I don’t understand you,” came the English speech, “I think you want me to do this.”

Tulu-Manchi asked the pilot to lower his weapon and said in English:

“Excuse us, are you a tourist?”

“Yes, I’m…” the man with the raised hands hesitated, “I’m an English tourist. I saw your helicopter falling and ran here.”

Dr Capri began to walk up the slope toward the sunlit figure behind him.

“My name is Dr Tulu-Manchi Capri,” the doctor said as he approached the young man.

“Hello,” the young man shook the doctor’s hand, “my name is David Conel.”

“Sorry about the gun,” the doctor said embarrassedly as he accompanied David to the helicopter. “We are doing scientific research here with the military. This is Yulia. And these,” he circled the group of military men, “are our escort.”

The doctor invited David to come up to Yulia, and went to the captain to explain that there is no threat and this is an ordinary tourist from England.

“Hello,” the young man said, filling the pause. “My name is David Conel.”

“Yulia Danilina,” Yulia answered, looking at the man incredulously.

“It can’t be possible that the helicopter broke down because of him,” she thought, looking at the puny long-haired guy with a tourist backpack behind his back, “and the signal is obviously not his doing.”

David looked confused and looked at the helicopter with childlike delight.

“It was a good landing, but obviously not planned,” David said, smiling.

“Certainly,” Yulia said with a little cheerfulness, “our electronics failed,” she blurted out in a simple voice.

“Oh!” David was surprised and looked at the helicopter.

Yulia couldn’t recognize the emotion David had just expressed and hesitated even more.

“Oh?” Yulia repeated, trying to keep the intonation and at the same time change it to a questioning one.

“Yesterday my phone went crazy and rang just like that, and when I picked it up, it made some kind of hissing and whistling sound,” David said, reasoning, and then pointed to his ear and the cloth in it.

Tulu-Manchi heard David’s last phrase and looked tensely at Yulia.

“David,” said the doctor, smiling, “will you please tell me again what happened to you and when? And more particularly.”

Part 2 – Chapter 18