Chapter Six
The abduction felt awful—a sort of battering, windy pressure, as if I were a speck of dust being drawn up a vacuum chute. The air had a soupy thickness to it as it buoyed me upwards. I’ve never been fond of heights, but I couldn’t help a glance downward; the ground spun below me like I was in a fun house. A chorus of yelps rang out; Midge was a few yards to my left, being buffeted around in thin air just like me. She writhed, eyes wide with panic.
I looked upward once more. I was near enough to the vortex now that it filled my vision, blotting out the sky. No denying that this was a beautiful way to die, looking into this beckoning, unknowable darkness. If only there wasn’t this ever-building pressure, which was moving from discomfort to real pain now…
I screamed, and the wi
