Bruno sits astride Rickenbacker, the dragon’s wings beating slow and methodical like a steady heart. Reverse London lies beneath, bustling and busy. The clouds are a tranquil haven in comparison.

You're sat in front of Bruno, his chest pressed to your back, arms bracketing your sides to keep you steady. “You’re not gonna to fall, are you?” he gives you that cocky teasing grin you know all too well. “Rickenbacker doesn’t do swooping rescues, you know. You'll be falling with style if you topple.”

Purely just to get a reaction out of you, Burno gives Rickenbacker a steady pat- a silent signal- and suddenly the blue dragon's idle glide disappears. His speed heightens, his agile movements jarring, and Bruno's laugh rumbles behind you as Rickenbacker turns over in the air. For a sickening moment, you don't know which way is up, but Bruno's arm remains secure around your waist, holding you tight.