Mischa felt the frustration building up inside him once more. His brows were furrowed in a frown as he thought deeply. What had they done wrong? He addressed Karina.

"The arrow said this direction, did it not? Ve followed it and measured the fivty seven degrees.'' He could not think what else they needed to do. The materials they had, as Karina pointed out, might not be much help presently.

Think, Mischa! Think!