Hans says the weather should be mild, yet still thinks we should climb. But we overrule him and set up our tent for the night. With almost fatal results.

The mild weather must have caused ice to melt higher up the mountain. The avalanche came so quickly: there was nothing we could do.

The next day, Hans managed to dig our near-lifeless bodies from the snow and somehow get us back to the hospital at Reykjavik. But we have learned our lesson. The mountains have beaten us. Uncle says he will never defy nature again.

THE END

What should I do now?