"I can try," said Chris nervously, awkwardly sliding down the rope past Ptricia (bumping off her at embarrassing points of impact a few times, which he apologized profusely for) and stared at the fan, sizing it up for a moment, before looking back up. "I can stop the blades for long enough so you can get down there and stop the engine, or cut through the wires, or something." He lifted up his right paw and closed his eyes, concentrating for a minute. It didn't smoothly slow to a stop-it juddered and halted, jerking slightly, as if some invisible hand had a firm grip on it. "Go...go on...go!"