Looking up to the top of the school, where the roof was, Dave gulped. It was a long way, and the statue was heavy. He could feel it, pushing against his mind's control over it. Damn Newton and his equal and opposite forces. Slowly, he nodded, and turned so that he had both the roof and the statue in his line of sight. Then, he focused hard, probably harder than he had ever done before in his life. And lo and behold, the statue began to move through the air, up onto the roof. Finally, it touched down on the roof with a big bump - by the looks of it, it destroyed or at least dented some of the tiles. With a sigh of relief, Dave relaxed - and stumbled backwards, into Sara, falling to the floor in front of her. The strain that had put on him had left him pretty tired. Now, he wanted to get some sleep.