"You two done?" Maria asks.

"Yep." My twin and I say then we're handed a sat phone.

"We have surprisingly good service so call your family."

Kyra and I nod then we sit in our tent and call home.

"Put it on speaker." Kyra says so I do.

"Hello?"

"Mama?" My twin and I say.

"Girls?" Mama says. "ALL OF YOU HURRY UP."

"Ooh Mama got pipes." Kyra says.

"What is it Chris?" Mom says.

"Hey Mom." Kyra and I say.

"Oh my fuck." Mommy says.

"We're all here girls." Mama says. "Us, Charlie, your future wives, and the pups."

"Where are you?" Mom asks.

"We just got to camp 3 an hour ago." I say. "And we've just got done setting up camp."

"How high up is that?" Jordyn asks.

"23,500 feet." Kyra says.

"How long have we been gone?" I ask.

"2 weeks." Jackie says.

"I can't tell if we're making good or bad time." I say.

"Going off the plan Maria gave us, you two are right on schedule." Mama says.

"Cool." I say then we hear static start to come from the phone.

"We're about to lose you." Kyra says. "I don't really know when we'll be able to call again."

"Love you." Kyra and I say then the call drops. "Dammit."

Kyra and I huff then we open our tent.

"Ooh food." I say as I hand Maria the phone.

"It's time for dinner." Maria says.

"Sweet." Kyra and I say then we grab our little sitting stools and sit around the warm cooking instruments.

"Hope you girls like fettuccine alfredo and hot tea."

"You have fettuccine alfredo?" I question.

"Well we have a box of pasta and we have alfredo sauce in a packet that just needs water." Maria says as she tends to the pots.

"Sweet." Kyra says then my twin and I hold each other while we wait.

"Maria are we the only group up here?" I ask. "Cause I haven't seen anybody since we left base camp."

"There supposed to be a group back at Camp 1, but there's nobody ahead of us." Maria says. "Like I said, you two came at a great time."

"Sick." Kyra says.

"You know this is gonna sound really odd, but I bet this mountain is great for acoustics." I say.

"You better not sing." Kyra says. "I'm not trying to be crushed by an avalanche because of you."

"Boo." I say.

"I mean if you sing softly it wouldn't hurt." Mira says then I look at my twin.

"Softly." Kyra says.

I smile at my twin then I sing a song that our Mama's always sang to us when we were upset.

Grá
Gamle Grå...
Eg hugsar ringen før den brotna

Songen din rørar djupt i meg
Som taumar rakt frå minna dreg
Eg finn ikkje ord, dei er for meg gøymd
Men det er noko gamalt, det er noko gløymd

Eg hugsar når du jaga fritt
Eg hugsar når me jaga saman
Eg hugsar oss, før vegen skildes
Eg hugsar ringen før den brotna

Alltid var på meg, og eg på deg
Alltid var på deg, og du på meg

Berre spring til mine skogar
Berre jag i mine fjell
Før din flokk til mine dalar
Lat oss laga ringen heil
Eg skal syngje deg vegen heil
Eg skal syngje heimat heil

"You were right." Kyra says. "That shit was cool."

"I haven't heard that song in years." Maria says.

"Same." My twin and I say.

"I just remembered it." I say.

"Well while you think of another one." Maria says. "Let's eat."

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