face is visible within. His nose is bleeding.
“Benjamin!” Simone screams. “Benjamin!”
Lydia runs toward the bus with Marek’s gun, Erik following. Screaming, Lydia climbs aboard the bus, lashing out at Benjamin with the butt of the gun and shoving him out of the driver’s seat. She settles behind the wheel and manipulates the tall gearshift. With a shrieking grinding of gears, the bus begins to roll back, picking up speed as it rattles down the slope toward the lake. Erik yells at Lydia to stop, racing after them in the tracks dug by the wheels.
Marek is still holding Simone by the hair. She is screaming and trying to pry his fingers loose. Joona tenses, shifting from a kneeling position to a poised crouch, then leaps to his feet. As Marek begins to turn in his direction, Joona drops his shoulder and twists his body, driving his fist into Marek’s armpit. Marek’s arm flaps as if it had been jarred loose from its socket, and his grip on Simone’s hair loosens. She pulls away and scrambles for the scissors in the snow. Marek lashes out with his other hand, but Joona dodges the blow and jabs his right elbow down towards the side of Marek’s neck with all his strength, breaking the collarbone with a dull crack. Marek falls to the ground, screaming with pain. Simone dives for the scissors, but Marek kicks her in the stomach, grabbing the scissors and making a sweeping backwards slash with his functioning arm. Simone screams and sees Joona’s face stiffen as the scissors penetrate his right thigh, blood splashing onto the snow. Grimacing fiercely, Joona swings down with the handcuffs he’s taken out and smashes Marek’s skull over the left ear. It is a hard blow. Marek stops moving; he simply stares straight ahead, trying to say something. Blood is pouring from his nose and ear. Joona bends over him, panting, and fastens the handcuffs around Marek’s slack wrists.
Erik has raced after the bus in the darkness, his breath tearing at his lungs. The tail-lights glow red up ahead, and the pale beam of the headlights flickers over the forest. There is a sharp crack as one of the side mirrors smashes into a tree.
Erik hopes that the cold will protect his son. Temperatures below zero can lower his body temperature by perhaps ten per cent, enough to make Benjamin’s blood flow more slowly, maybe enough to enable him to survive in spite of the fact that he has been hurt.
The ground slopes sharply behind the house. Erik stumbles and gets back up. The hazards of the terrain, tree stumps and hillocks hidden beneath the deep snow, have been unearthed by the bus’s crazed advance. The bus is a shadow in the distance, a silhouette with a blurred glow surrounding it. It looks as if Lydia will attempt to drive along the shoreline, making her way around the lake to the old logging road Eric had seen on Joona’s copy of the Sami’s map. Instead, the bus brakes suddenly and pulls out onto the frozen surface of the lake.
Erik yells at Lydia to stop. As it shoots past the jetty, a rope dragging behind the bus catches on the rocks, and the tarpaulin is ripped from the roof.
The air is thick with the smell of diesel. By the time Erik reaches the edge of the lake, the bus is already sixty feet out onto the ice. Suddenly, it stops. There’s a loud rumbling and cracking sound. Erik’s throat constricts with panic as he watches the red tail-lights of the bus tilt upward, as if someone were slowly raising their eyes. The ice has given way and the bus has fallen through. Its wheels are spinning backward but serve only to make the hole in the ice bigger.
Erik grabs a life belt from the jetty and begins running across the ice, his heart pounding. The lights inside the bus, which is still floating, make it glow like a frosted bell jar. There is a splashing sound, and heavy lumps of ice break off and whirl around in the black water.
Erik thinks he can see a white face in the rolling water behind the bus.
“Benjamin!” he screams.
The swell from the bus surges over the ice, making it treacherous beneath his feet. He knots the line from the life belt around his waist, so he won’t drop it, and hurls it into the dark water, but he no longer sees anything there. The engine roars. The bloody red glow from the tail-lights spreads across churned-up ice and snow.
The front of the bus sinks deeper, headlights disappearing beneath the water. Only the roof is visible now. The engine dies. There is no sound apart from the cracking and crunching of the ice and the lazy bubbling of the water. Suddenly Erik sees that both Benjamin and Lydia are still inside the bus. The floor tilts forward and they move towards the back. Benjamin clings to a pole. The roof over the driver’s seat is almost on a level with the ice.
Erik races toward the hole in the ice and jumps onto the bus. The whole vehicle bobs underneath him. From a distance he can hear Simone shouting something; she has reached the shoreline. Erik crawls over to the emergency exit set in the roof, stands up, and stamps hard on the glass. Shards of glass cascade over the seats and floor. All he can think of is getting Benjamin out of the sinking bus. He clambers down, swinging by his arms, manages to find a foothold on the back of a seat, and jumps onto the floor. Benjamin looks terrified; he is wearing nothing but pyjamas, and blood is trickling from his nose and from a small cut on his cheek.
“Dad,” he whispers.
Erik follows his gaze to Lydia. She is standing at the back of the bus, her face bloodied and completely closed down. She is holding the gun. The driver’s seat is now underwater. The floor tilts more sharply. Water pours steadily in between the rubber seals on the exit doors.
“Lydia, we have to get out of here!” Erik shouts.
Lydia merely shakes her head.
“Benjamin,” he says, without taking his eyes off Lydia, “climb up on top of me and get out through the roof.”
Benjamin doesn’t reply but follows Erik’s instructions. He moves un-steadily along the aisle, climbs up onto a seat, and then onto Erik’s back and shoulders. When he reaches the open hatch with his hands, Lydia raises the gun and fires. Erik feels no pain, just a blow to his shoulder so powerful that he is knocked off his feet. Only when he stands up again does he feel the pain and the warm blood trickling down.
Overhead, Benjamin dangles from the opening in the roof. Erik moves over and pushes him up with his uninjured arm, even though he can see Lydia pointing the gun at him once again. Benjamin is already out on the roof when the next shot comes. Lydia misses. The bullet whizzes past Erik’s hip and shatters a window beside him; icy water comes flooding in. As Erik tries to reach up to the roof hatch, the bus tips over onto its side and he ends up beneath the surging water.
Chapter 107
The shock of the freezing water makes Erik lose consciousness for a few seconds. He kicks out with his legs in a panic, breaks the surface, and fills his lungs with air. Slowly and with a metallic creaking sound, the bus begins to roll and sink beneath the black water. It lurches; he feels a blow to his head and then is underwater once again. Through the window he can see the headlights still shining deep in the lake. His heart is pounding. His face and head feel as if they are being squeezed in a vice. He can see Lydia under the water, clinging to a pole with her back to the rear seats. His ears are filled with a roaring sound, and he is immobilized by the incomprehensible cold. He sees the open hatch and the shattered window; he knows the bus is sinking fast, knows he has to swim out. He has to fight, but his arms won’t work and he has no feeling in his legs. He is almost weightless. He tries to edge forward but finds it difficult to synchronize his movements.
Now Erik sees he is surrounded by a cloud of blood from the cut on his shoulder. Suddenly Lydia meets his gaze, staring calmly into his eyes. They hang there in the icy water, looking at each other. Her hair floats with the movement of the current, and small air bubbles emerge from her nose like a string of pearls.
Erik needs to breathe, his throat tightens, but he is fighting against his lungs as they struggle to take in oxygen. His temples are throbbing and a white light is flashing inside his head. His body temperature is so low he is on the point of losing consciousness. The ringing in his ears gets louder, rising and falling.
Erik thinks about Simone, about the fact that Benjamin is going to make it. It feels like a dream, floating freely in the icy water. With remarkable clarity, he realizes that this is the moment of his death, and his stomach contracts with fear.
He has lost all sense of direction, of his own body, of light and darkness. The water feels warm, almost hot. He thinks that soon he will have to open his mouth and simply give in, simply let the end come as his lungs fill with
