Adam Adama flitted around Adam Forwarder's head like Tinkerbell.

     "Follow me, Father!" she shouted. "I'll lead us out of here!" 

     Okay, fine, but how in the hell do you fly in this universe? Adam asked himself. Adama seemed to be doing it merely by wanting to, willing it. 

​     Adam gave that a try.

​     Nothing.

     "Adama?" he called out. "Hedik? How am I supposed to..."

​     It rose up underneath him.

     Adam saw it as pure whiteness at first, but then it took form.

     It took the form of a shining white steed with wings, a pegasus. 

     With Adam and Galatea on its back, the pegasus flapped its wings and followed after Adama.

     "Where are we going?" Adam shouted ahead to his son/daughter, his daughter/granddaughter in his arms.

     "We're getting out of here!" Adama shouted back.

​     "We're going back to Earth!"

                                                        CONTINUE