The room Gramps and his family rode/stood in fell apart, and Gramps found out in that moment that they weren't just moving...

     they were flying.

     He couldn't believe it. He'd felt no sense of movement whatsoever.

     But then the room dissolved.

     It became like a huge, flapping sheet...

     so that Gramps and his family continued to fly forward while at the same time descending.

     Both Abby and Alison shreiked and grabbed onto Gramps for dear life. The gigantic sheet the room/plane had become enveloped them. 

     Gramps sensed Winston moving next to him but couldn't quite catch what he was doing. Then, 

     Winston grabbed Gramps by the waist, then twisted in such a way that Gramps had no choice but to roll with him.

     WHOOSH! 

     The room/sheet opened like a parachute. 

     Winston held all four corners. 

     With Alison and Abby still hanging onto him, Gramps managed to grab the four corners of the sheet to help Winston grip them tight. 

      Winston no longer looked quite human. His skull looked shrunken and distorted. His limbs now looked more like tree branches than arms and legs, limbs that held both the "parachute" and its passengers in their grasp.

     The four of them floated to the Earth.

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