Chapter 150: 42,000 Feet Above Ground

"Can we offer you some juice, coffee, or perhaps wine?"

"No, I'm—just water, water is fine. Thank you."

"I'll have the wine, please."

"Of course, Lady Linette."

"Ack, I hate that name."

Rhys was currently looking out the window, more specifically, looking through the clouds and at the ground 42,000 feet below. Rhys had already fallen deeper within the Holes, but he had never truly landed at that height — he was sure he wouldn't die, maybe he wouldn't even get a scratch, but what would it actually feel like to fall and know you're going to hit the ground hard?

"You're thinking of jumping off the plane, Sir."

"I'm—" Rhys was not even able to look at Lina before she suddenly hugged him on his seat; sitting on top of his lap and seemingly not caring that there were attendants looking at her.