IONCE OUR SHIMMERING stopped, we immediately began to fall upward. Gaining speed at 32 feet per second per second.
Falling toward the sky.
And once we got well up there, we were falling about as fast as we possibly could, owing to air friction. If Sal hadn't thought to put us in a bubble kind of force-shield, we might have run out of breath and died. Because you can't get much air into your lungs at that speed.
Jude, Sal and I were falling up.
And after awhile, some 30,000 feet or so I figured - about the same altitude that a lot of jet planes fly - we started to see the new "down" we were falling toward. A second set of clouds were ahead of us, but these were opposite to the ones we had been through.
Like the big puffy cumulus clouds we'd been falling through, but now in reverse. The
