Falling.
Brilliant.
I love falling.
No...wait...it's the other one.
Hate. I hate falling.
Hate is always foolish.
Who said that? Sounds like someone I know. Or used to know. Used to be?
Still falling.
It might be foolish, but I really do hate falling. Somehow, though, I keep doing it.
Hang on. There's got to be something up here besides dark clouds and birds and...is that an aeroplane?
Brilliant!
Where they're going. Have they seen...?
Don't get distracted. Check the pockets. Maybe I packed something for my fall.
Sonic screwdriver. Useless at stopping falling objects.
Sunglasses? At night? They're sonic, too, aren't they? I remember a Scotsman saying that. Doesn't matter. Useless.
What's this?
Is that a...a...a Mondasian inertial dampener? Where'd that come from? Holding it makes me think of a short, bald man. Do all Mondasian inertial dampeners make people think of short, bald men?
Is this inertial dampener useful? There's something about it that makes me think...
Oh.
Oh!
If I can recalibrate the...the...what's the word?...the spinney bit, and offload the potential by...by doing the thing, then the inertia could be dampened.
Maybe the Sonic's not useless after all...
