“Someone⁠—well, you for instance,” I said to her, panting from having run, “I must send a message down to earth, to the docks. Come, I shall dictate it to you.”

Close to the apparatus there was a small boxlike cabin. We sat at the table side by side. I found her hand and pressed it hard.

“Well, what is going to happen?”

“I don’t know. Do you realize how wonderful it is? To fly without knowing where⁠ ⁠… no matter where? It will soon be twelve o’clock and nobody knows what.⁠ ⁠… And when night.⁠ ⁠… Where shall you and I be tonight? Perhaps somewhere on the grass, on dry leaves.⁠ ⁠…”

Blue sparks emanated from her and the odor of lightning, and the vibration became more and more frequent within me.

“Write down,” I said loudly, panting (from having run), “Time: eleven-twenty; speed 5800.⁠ ⁠…”