Eugene screams at me from below. I fold my arms against my sides, and in one smooth glide, I am falling alongside Eugene. With a hollow bump I whack against his bubble.

"You idiot!" he shouts at me. "I could have DIED! Do you know where you just happened to let me fall? Right above the Thorn-vine Forest of DOOM, that's where! I'm so disappointed!"

"Really?" I back up the conversation to the forest part. "That's an interesting name, considering the leaves on those trees down there look more like pillows." The wind roars against us.

"What?"

"I said the leaves on those trees down there look like pillows!"

"I heard what you said! Now will you please unleash my parachu…?"

"Too late!"

We start screaming like little girls. Fifty feet fly by before we hit the forest canopy with a fluffy puff.

"Told ya!" I shout at Eugene. "They are pillows!"

We laugh. It is odd that someone would give a pillow caped forest such an inappropriate name. I start to understand the reason the person who named it might have, but a muffled thud below me breaks my train of thought. I look around. Where is Eugene? I think to myself.

"Eugene?" I call. No answer, just a dull shifting in the pillows. The only thing beside pillows is a small bump that is ten, no, wait, three feet away. "Eugene?"

Something chatters in return. It sounds like a rodent. Squirrels maybe? Bats? I don't know, but that doesn't stop the fuzzy masked rodents from attacking me, and the next thing I know, I am being shoved face-first into a large black pillow case.