A short story which takes place about 100 years in the future, following a great war that has left Antarctica unexplored for decades. Four researchers, the only humans on the continent, begin seeing apparitions: footsteps which end abruptly, and then dying men in old-style winter clothing with wooden sledges. They try to intervene to help them but are unable to make physical contact.

Well-written but with several avoidable errors: the storyteller initially claims his team consists of five, but then says (and shows) only four; a description of glaciers is meant to refer to crevasses; and there are several editing errors. I'm a sucker for anything on Antarctica, so I enjoyed it, but it needs to be tidied up a bit. On the other hand, I'll try more from this writer. ( )