‘At least the horny one isn’t here,’ he thought while glancing around. Daniel spotted the four familiar bug-horses suspending the bath tub beneath them via ropes, the grey flying horse flying next to them with a rope tether around her right foreleg, and a sullen Boris bringing up the rear by himself. He peered out over the edge of the tub, trying to ignore the far-away ground beneath him as he scanned the flying swarm up ahead.