​     With her free hand, Shawnacy grabbed her unconscious friend Brock to stop his downward spin through the sky. All four of them spun for several seconds, until Nacy got them straightened out and headed for Domitika. When they got to within fifty feet of the street, they stopped in midair.

​     "How's Brock doing?" Estelle asked.

     "He's...hanging in there," Gramps replied. "He keeps trying to...it's like he's trying to tell me..."

​     "He's mumbling is all," Estelle said. "He's regaining his strength. He'll be good to go in a couple minutes." 

​     "I'm not sure we've got a couple minutes," Gramps said as he nodded towards the ground. They hovered over where the van had shattered to pieces on the asphalt. They saw injured people. They heard screams. They saw ambulances and firetrucks trying to get to the scene and having a hell of a time doing it. There were just too many damned people, like hundreds of thousands of people. From above, the throngs looked like one massive undulating entity that only allowed the emergency people into its space a little at a time. 

     "We need to find somewhere to land," Estelle said, "away from everybody, and that's going to be no easy...oh look. There's a place on that pavilion where we can land and not be bothered. We need to contact Noel. Did Trevor..." 

     "Trevor was with Noel. I saw them," Gramps said. "The people in the street. They've just witnessed something tragic and impossible." 

​     "A van falling out of the sky," Estelle said.

     "And now here we come," Gramps went on. "Something else impossible. Flying people. They feel threatened, so they'll start pulling out their..."

​     BAM!

CONTINUE