James jumped after it with an urgent scream of pain and frustration, ignoring the spinning propellers as they raked shallow gouges in her coat and tangled up in her mane. She got her forelegs around the box the drone was carrying just as the floor completely dissolved, and she went tumbling through into the kitchen. She crashed down on the table, which was made of clouds as much as anything else, and smashed into the ground floor, sinking nearly a foot into the clouds.