Michael stood and instinctively touched his pocket to see if the box was still there. It was.
He couldn't determine where the sound of a motor was coming from, the noise seemed to surround him and it was getting louder.
He limped off across the field, having twisted his ankle in the fall.
It was getting dark and the engine sound was becoming almost deafening.
He glanced up at the sky.
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