Just when Jonathan had secured what he thought was the most critical parts of his research (still a sizable amount of scrolls, which he conjured into 4 metal-covered books without really caring to organise them based on their content, an activity that could wait for later), he noticed the S.C.A.R. had a new reading for him. As he decrypted it, he found out that the craft he had spotted started slowing down and losing altitude at the edge of the storm, until it was lost from the S.C.A.R.'s sensors.

Seeing that the S.C.A.R. could only make readings for the area influenced by the Scar's elemental flux, and that the edge of the storm could not instantly destroy a ship to the point of no detection (especially since said craft had survived the parts of it that could), this only meant one thing; the craft had survived! And then probably crashed, if it kept losing altitude at this pace. A look out of the window confirmed his assumptions: near the edge of the Scar, a giant airship sat proudly at the ground, full of dents in its... ice-covered layers? (Yep, definitely Elementals up there) and with its proppellers inexplicably close to the deck, but probably still attached.

Now there was nothing keeping Jonathan in his but. Even if the airship was too badly damaged to fly away, he should help on repairing it or at least helping out the survivors. And if there were no survivors... he hoped things wouldn't come to this, but if they did, he could at least investigate the crash site and the airship.

"Stewart, Margaret, cease activity and come to me. We're leaving" he said quietly to the vast emptiness of his room. 

Suddenly, the bellows stopped pumping. From behind the bellows, hidden by the shadows, emerged a humanoid construct made of tungsten and aluminum, around a foot and a half shorter than Jonathan, and walked towards him. From the other side, another humanoid construct made of the elemental metal of this area, at the same height as Jonathan, stopped observing some experiments at also walked towards him. This construct was obviously more advanced than the small one, and had slightly more feminine characteristics than is normally seen in constructs of this kind despite its lack of sensitive parts of the female body.

Everything was ready now. Jonathan called his formal garments from the chair on which they were slowly picking up dust; a large robe made out of pure metal, but somehow as light and soft as silk; a truly gorgeous and inexplicable piece of clothing, a gift from the Master that took care of him when he first arrived to the Academy. Then, he grabbed his backpack, sighed, and did what his robe was not designed for, what he hated to do and did not need to do for years, what he only did as an exercise until now. He started running, with all his strength, towards the location of the airship, not once turning back to what he left behind.