At that moment, there was a faint rumble of thunder overhead. Locke and Jean looked up at just the right moment to feel the first few drops of rain on their faces. “It’s possible,” said Locke, “that this would be really fucking amusing right now, were it anyone but us down on these ropes.” “At the moment, I think I’d take my chances with your pigeons if I could,” said Jean. “Damn, I’m sorry for leaving the Wicked Sisters up there, Locke.” “Why in Venaportha’s name would you have brought them down? There’s nothing to apologize for.”
