In the middle of the night, while Alexander was sleeping tightly, his mana constantly feeding the small fire beside him, a slight buzzing sound started echoing.
It gradually grew louder, as a pair of lights appeared in the sky.
"Kuujjuaq Tower, this is Cessna two-nine-two. Calling in to inquire about a light in the bay, over," the small aircraft pilot called out.
He was flying over the wild expanse, where no one should be around, and had caught a flicker of light in the middle of the mostly empty James Bay. Usually, when one saw a light, they would inquire if there was a lost plane, or person, a possible land to rescue.
"Cessna two-nine-two, this is Kuujjuaq Tower. There are no reports of a missing plane or person. Are you sure it's not just your lights reflecting on a pond? Over," the tower controller called back.
The pilot clicked his tongue loudly before pressing the comms again.
