'Who cares for you?' said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by this time.) 'You're nothing but a pack of cards!'
The End, One Hopes
It was the smoothest ride you had ever imagined in a helicopter. The skies of Arcadia were brilliantly vivid, and there was not a breath of wind upon the sky. It was as though flying through a cloud, you were weightless, smooth, serene, untouched by anything that might come. Below you, some of the laboring figures (not human, them, not even shaped like human) looked up and pointed, but you were high up and away.
Not all was perfect, of course. It was loud, the roar of the rotors drowning out all noise that did not come by shouting, and the three bug girls at the back of the helicopter huddled together and stuffed up their ears as best they could. Cinder, her hearing more sensitive to sounds than a normal human's, was also mumbling under her breath unkind words. She rather wished earmuffs had come with this. Similarly, it was crowded. There were, at present, Underwood, Erin, Erin's three Harbinger friends, Cinder, the spirit Incandescent Pain (which blessedly did not take up space), Mary Mack, and four escapees. It was cramped, especially towards the back where it was a good thing that Mary did not need to breathe.
Othello had helped with the crowding problem by simple expedient of turning into a cat, and he was now sitting up on the dashboard next to Sparky, and looking into the rearview mirror. "Now, the explosions should come right, around...."
The castle shook.
"...Now." Othello said with a very cat-in-the-cream sort of smile. "Dare I ask what other lovely surprises you left behind?"
Quite suddenly, the weather stopped being so good. Clouds were racing across the horizon, and the helicopter shook as there was a strong headwind. Othello dug his claws into the dashboard's plastic covering and held on for dear life. "And this is before she's realized where we are. Faster, if you please."
The helicopter went faster.