Back in the car, and Robert is unsure that you could actually
describe their activity as driving. The giant has almost sat up
straight by now, so while they are racing down its' chest, the term
“falling” might just be nearer the mark. He thinks he should be
screaming but can't quite muster enough of a breath to make that
happen. Not that screaming would achieve anything other than making
him feel a little better about their situation.
“We believe,” Curly and Mo say together, “That the time may
have come for our journey to continue on foot.”
“You don't say,” Raven replies, “And how do you suggest we do
that? Gravity is still out there and it's not our friend.”
“We'll just have to jump,” Robert tells him, “If we go together
we'll be okay.”
“You can't be sure of that,” Raven says.
“Actually,” Robert says, grabbing Curly from the front seat, “Yes
I can. Get hold of Mo, we're out of here.”
