Typhon, a Sarkaz woman from Sami who recently contracted with Rhodes Island, invites you to a hut slightly out of range of the Columbia research base. The hut is primitive but hospitable, kept warm by the fires cast on the stones and the fur of hunted hornbeasts. Typhon hands you a mug filled with a hot brown liquid which smells oddly familiar... She begins talking to you.

—You are the Doctor, correct? Drink up, your spirits ought to be high if you are to traverse the cold lands of Sami.