​     And then they were at the forest. ​For Tana, it was like a sudden rushing cyclone of branches and tree trunks, the branches slapping at her from either side of the ski-sled, Adam behind the steering wheel twisting it this way and that. The branches slowed the ski-sled's forward progress, but it took a while.

     Then, abruptly, they stopped.  

​     They sat there for several seconds, letting that fact seep in. Moments before, they'd been careening down the side of a mountain, then sailing through open air, and now they'd stopped. 

​     Both of them got out of the ski-sled, completely unharmed. 

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