He threw Rich a thumbs up, then thought better of it - a little dark for that - and added out loud, "You got it."

And up he went.

It was easier going than he'd planned on, but then, he was still getting used to the idea of being able to fly everywhere. A straight vertical shaft of this width wasn't exactly a problem even without it - just wide enough to brace himself across, not narrow enough (yet) to give him problems with fitting the shell - but being able to go straight up?

Convenient.

Maybe a little too convenient.