Alex watched Flint. 'He can't fly. I know that much.' His eyes lit up as he remembered what Flint had told him earlier, in the cafeteria. [i]"I enjoy the falling too, it's just the landing gets a little messy with me"[/i] He recited. 'He's planning on falling from the window.' He concluded. 'I just hope he knows what he's doing...' He wasn't going to swoop to Flint's rescue. He didn't know what Flint was planning to do, but he knew that the boy wasn't stupid. He must have some sort of ability which would keep him from harm.