I don’t need to look to know who I’ll find hovering nearby. Instructor Thorne. Of course. Out of all the possible rescuers, why did it have to be him? “Don’t sneak up on me like that! Are you trying to kill me?” Several beats pass. “It doesn’t look like you need my assistance in that department. We’re directly below you now. Let go, and I’ll grab you and fly you down.” Despite my precarious situation, a storm brews behind my ribs. He sounds put out, the big jerk. Like this is all just a giant inconvenience for him.
