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Jane said. "I'm serious."
          "I . . . " Emily said. Then she started listing to the left. Slowly, but distractingly, with that long scarf flowing straight down. "Crap."
          "Let me help — "
          "No, I got me, I got myself," Emily said.
          Using the doggie paddle, Emily nearly corrected her slow descent to the left, but she overcompensated, causing her feet to rise up in the back. She bent at the waist; this did nothing to help, and then she twisted her body into a T shape.
          "Downward facing dog. Plank pose . . . Name another."
          Billy moved to help her, but Emily pointed at him threateningly.
          "Back off, Billy Case. I said I got this."
          He waved her off, laughing again.
          "And for the record, I think of a bubble," Emily said.
          "A bubble?" Jane said.
          "Ya. I imagine a bubble of float surrounding me, and that's how I fly."
          "A bubble of float. Do you ever listen to yourself?"
          "Fight me, Billy Case," Emily said. "A bubble. Okay? I picture it and then I float in that bubble."
          Jane reached out to help Emily right herself up, drifting beside her easily and grabbing hold of her shoulder. The moment she got close though, she felt her stomach drop, like on a rollercoaster.
          And then suddenly it was Jane who was freefalling.
          Spinning, arms flailing, brain not locking onto whatever faculties were required to get herself airborne again. Every rotation showed the Atlantic Ocean rushing up towards her, black and angry. In the back of her mind she knew it wouldn't hurt — I've been punched through a building, this is only water, calm down — but something about her sudden loss of up and down made her heart race. C'mon Jane, she thought, would you "up, up and away" already . . .
          Then there was a bright light beside her, a strong grip around her wrist and she was no longer falling. Billy had a hold of her, slowing her descent.
          "What are you doing?" he asked. There was, unexpectedly, real concern in his voice. "You're not doing your arm thing! Do your arm thing!"
          "My arm thing?" Jane said. Then: "Oh, right."
          And she pulled herself from Billy's grasp and started skyward again, toward the still pin wheeling Emily.
          "What the hell was that?" Billy asked. He kept pace with her, neither of them at top speed. They wanted a moment to talk before they got within earshot of Emily.
          "She thinks of a bubble," Jane said.
          "A bubble of float."
          "A bubble of anti-gravity," she said. "I've got an idea."
          She parked herself mid-air facing Emily. Billy caught up and stopped beside her. Then strayed back a bit, watching. He seemed very glad to let Jane take the lead.
          "A bubble?" Jane said.
          "That's what I said. Did the fall have an adverse effect on your short term memory?"
          "How big is it, Em?"
          Emily shrugged.
          "Five, six . . . eight-something feet wide. A big bubble. I fit in it."
          "Think about a smaller one."
          "Like four feet?"
          "Little. A little bubble of light that you can hold in your center of gravity." Jane made a shape with her hands, like cupping a baseball. Like cupping a heart. "Think about a little ball of light in the center of you. That's the thing that carries you."
          "Wasn't aware we were in yoga class," Emily said.
          "You were the one practicing downward facing dog a minute ago."
          "Now I'm doing 'really doubtful superhuman,'" said Emily.
          "Just do it."
          "Or else?"
          "Or else I'll set your scarf on fire with my brain."
          "Okay. I'll try."
          Emily squinted, closed then opened her eyes, then rolled them at Jane, and then squinted again. She dropped a full foot and a half in elevation but stopped immediately,