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Hallie

Stock still, staring down at our feet, Hallie couldn't come up with any warm thoughts. She was floating. But she felt the same, the gravity hadn't changed, her feet weren't hanging. Mikhail's calm sparked with a little amusement. Of course he was amused. Peering up to him through her white hair, she changed a curious grin as well, raising an eyebrow. "This how you get all the girls to like you Mr. Mikhail? Make them fly?"

She tried to think about warm things, beaches, sunshine, a heater that was probably in her room...