Lucky was falling—falling straight up into the air. She squealed in surprise, though she needn’t have worried long. Around her, the suit rotated entirely on its own, tugging her along with it until she could see the horizon straight ahead. She was still rocketing upward, but not over land. Far below her was a clear blue ocean, and not at all far away, the black sandy beach of an island. She scanned the air around her, pushing the helmet out of the way so she could hear and see better. The familiar roar returned, and she found herself spreading her wings exactly as she’d learned.