A shroud of darkness enveloped Skids. Did he lose consciousness? Whatever, next he heard a rhythmic beat, flap, flap, flap… and then a looseness in his limbs but a clamp-like sensation on his shoulders. Was he falling?… he opened his eyes. To his horror he found himself dangling above Arkham, being borne through the evening sky. Again, he lost consciousness. He came round, aware of the river, bubbling and rippling, near to where he lay.