[@Harlequ]+[@Dartbored Fairy]


	The wind was blowing the balloon so hard that the lag of the basket was causing it to angle with drag. Boris was still holding the little girl in one hand, gripping her by the top of her blouse for the winged woman to take from him, while his other hand gripped to the side of the basket in an effort not lose his balance. 

"I don't know much about anything, miss." Boris replied. He bit his lower lip and turned his attention to the mechanical contraption suspended below the opening of the balloon. It sure looked complicated. A pained contemplation disfiguring his face. It was clear he wasn't the smartest man alive and hadn't a hope of operating a hot air balloon. He looks back at the winged woman; "I don't even know where I am." 

It didn't take long. Their journey had finally brought them to the port of Trios. The rooftops of houses started passing by below. The wind driven balloon continued to quickly lose altitude. Up ahead was the fast approaching houses that the basket would certainly crash into very soon. 

With no time to waste, Boris shoves the little girl into the winged woman's arms and gives her a heavy nod, saying; "Make sure you don't hurt my little miss, you winged bandit - [i]OR ELSE[/i]!" In saying so, he uses his index finger to poke the winged lady in the nose. Having made his threat, he turns and swings his legs over the side; now sitting on the edge of the basket and preparing to jump. He then looks back the the winged lady, saying -

"Boris thinks it's time for you to go! Sure do hope we meet again some time." 

Boris then waits for the winged lady and the little girl to escape the basket before he makes his attempt. Once they had done so, he waits just a little longer then saw his chance - the roof of the house below was roughly twenty feet down. It was a height he could safely jump from. He quickly planned it out in his mind:

[i]First jump, land really soft, then roll down the roof and jump safely to the street... just like [b]Jack[/b] would do.[/i]

With that very simple plan in mind, Boris jumped. 

Once he jumped, the giant balloon - now a lot lighter without people inside - continued on for a stretch of several houses up the street before the basket finally cracked down against the roof tops, dashing, bouncing and bumping hard as it broke and lifted tiles until finally crashing against a chimney with a powerful jolt. Unable to go any farther, the balloon then descended, deflating as it draped like a blanket over a couple buildings of the eastern district.

Boris, however, hadn't done his calculations right. A man his size jumping from twenty feet didn't permit a soft landing of any kind. Instead, he crashed right through the roof. The tiles broke with the sound of a dozen clay pots being smashes, as he then continued on straight through the ceiling panel, the timber floorboards of the first floor, and then hit the ground floor with a mighty thud. He may have been unconscious for a second, but he didn't notice.  

The next thing Boris saw was the sky through the hole he had made above. He got to his feet quickly and dusted himself off. He was in a lounge room with a woman standing nearby. She was staring at Boris horrified, her mouth wide open as if she were screaming, though no sound was coming out, at least not any more. 

"I sure am glad your house broke my fall." He told the woman with childlike gratitude.  

It was then that something else caught Boris's attention; a decapitated man siting in the couch on the other side of the room. Boris looked at the headless man for a moment before turning his eyes back to the woman, biting his lip as though he had caught her in the act of doing something very naughty. 

"It's okay," Boris assured her, "Boris won't tell anyone what you've done. I know girls can be very mean...." He thinks hard for a moment, and finishes; "I guess he must have deserved it."