Then she turned to Lance, who was grinning at her and had his arms already outstretched.
“Oh dream on!” Abby said.
There was a crunch of heavy boots on the rubble as Paragon returned. He was holding a thick jacket in one hand. “All right, kids. Max will get the rest of you home. Stick with him. Brawn, you’re probably going to have to go back to Oak Grove, but I promise we’ll put in a good word for you.” He tossed the jacket to Lance. “Put this on. I’ll fly you home.”
“Yes!” Lance pulled on the jacket and zipped it up. To the others, he said, “OK, guys. It’s been fun. I don’t suppose we’ll ever meet again, but I shall always treasure this short time we’ve spent together.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Thunder said. “Go. You’ve already outstayed your welcome.”
Abby smiled at him.
Then Lance felt Paragon take hold of his arms. The jetpack whined into life, and suddenly they were soaring into the air.