Trees and ponds and green fields and laughing children with kites and bicycles all flash by on the way back. A familiar rooftop grows ever closer, until they are touching down gently, sparing Amelia the need to scramble up the side of a building. But not before Bill throws a little spiral in; one for the road. He's beginning to become aware of her sullen demeanor, though.

"Verily, Amelia Ronsam. Didst thou not take joy in the sky?"