Excerpt: Warped

Screaming

Twenty feet shouldn't take this long

FRY YOU FUCK!

and he hits it, with indescribable feeling. Later he will tell them it feels like eating a peach, crossing your eyes and wiggling your ears all at the same time.

SPLASH.

He's in the river cam, in the backs. The fall took two seconds. It was a belly flop, a twenty five foot belly flop. Ohhh...

Vic rolls over and onto his back, not by choice but just because that's where his remaining momentum and newfound torque take him. He can still see the top of the NatWest tower through a big hole in the sky. Daniel is shouting. If Vic could breathe he would whisper to himself, I did it. I did it.

NatWest blinks out. The big hole pops like a bubble, and it's suddenly just a beautiful blue day.

Eric has thrown off his shirt and run into the water. He swims frantically.

"Victor!"

He grabs his friend, terrorized. Vic smiles. Eric hugs him and screams "We did it man you did it!!! You teleported!"

Vic says "..." and tries to catch his breath. Blondie is in the water now, soaked, swimming over to help Eric pull Vic out of the water. Vic helps too by being slightly less than dead weight. They sit him on the grass.

Eric is shouting into his phone, at Fry, or maybe Daniel, giddy. Claire grabs the big towel they brought just for Vic.

- I must catch my breath.

- Impossible.

- Today that means nothing.

Vic speaks.

"Claraire," he gurgles.

"Sshhh. You did it." She smiles, bending over to wrap him in the towel.

- I must say it.

- Never.

- Today that means nothing.

"Clag," he rasps.

She looks at him.

He slips his fingers into hers.