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	A chair, seemingly spring loaded, had launched itself into the air. This much was known. At the engine, Owen hadn't noticed as of yet but Leo had. His jaw going slack. In a high pitched voice, that nearly sounded like a little girl screaming, he yelled. "You didn't!?" Owen seemed to be a bit perplexed and turned in his seat. His eyes going back, he noticed the now missing chair. Eyes traveled upwards as his jaw traveled downward. The chair climbing higher and higher into the air. It must have reached its apex at nearly 100 feet. How the woman in the chair was reacting at this point was anyones guess. All one could see in the darkness was the slightest flickering gleam of light reflection from the copper metal beneath the cushion. 

	"I didn't!" Owen finally mustered to say. He was sure of it, yet when he looked back towards Leo and away from the guests, there was a questioning look in his eyes. "Did I?" He seemed to doubt himself. Rubbing his short gray mustache, Cassius stepped back through the gate and next to Captain Moss as he observed the scene. Owen's head turned over to Cassius. "Did I?"

	Clearing his throat, Cassius shook his head. "No lad, you didn't," he said casually as he took a step forward. 

	"You know, what goes up," a guard who had yet to speak before this said, the shortest of the bunch as he edged his horse back several steps. The other guards on horseback doing the same. The chair had reached as high as it would go, perhaps the body did as well. Either way, what goes up....