theswanandthesnake:

“Hello, Henry.”

I was standing on a wooden crate, hovering in the air, above the clouds. I felt like clinging to something, but there was nothing to cling to. It was just me. I could feel the box falling, sinking beneath me slowly, but not slowly enough for me to go falling through the air.

“Um……

Chapter 5!

I think I’m seeing where the poll answers fit in …