Riding up the slope in a hover helped somewhat, but not much.
“What holds up the ceiling?” she"d asked Steve immediately after they"d left the hospital.
“Antigrav units,” he"d said, paying more attention to her now, while driving, than he had before.
“Hey, watch out!” Melanctha said from the back seat.
Steve swerved to avoid another hover, bleating the horn and shaking a meaty fist out the window. The air coming in was frightfully cold, but he didn"t seem to feel it.
What have we gotten ourselves into? Lydia wondered.
“We just need a place to lay low for a few days,” Melanctha was telling him.
“You"re in the right place,” Steve reassured her, grinning madly at Lydia, paying no attention to Melanctha, as if she hadn"t spoken.
She didn"t feel reassured and kept herself from glancing
