Of course, to save as much energy as possible, the room temperature could only be maintained at around five degrees.
Thankfully, because of Phoebe's fondness for alcohol, the cruise ship had a sufficient supply, so everyone could warm up with a drink.
The crowd rushed to the window, and indeed, they saw in the darkness a beam of light cutting through the cold wind and snow, shining on the ship.
Gazing at that beam of light, everyone fell silent where they stood.
A moment later, someone, who knows who, started cheering, and then everyone joined in.
Upstairs.
Gray pushed open the door and entered Phoebe's room, only to find him pouring the remaining red wine into two glasses, filling them up.
The room was very cold, and their breath was clearly visible.
Yet Phoebe was still just wearing that gray leisure suit, unlike everyone else who were bundled up in coats and blankets like polar bears.
"The rescue ship has arrived."
