Once we were all aboard, Ax told Marco to pick up the hay. Two fingers the size of sequoia trunks lowered, pinched, and lifted.

"Ahhhhh!" Cassie screamed.

"Ahhhhh!" I yelled.

We were being blasted into space! The G-force knocked me on my butt. I just managed to hang on. The wind was whipping. I could barely breath. I saw something flash by. Could have been Marco's knee.

<Slow down!> Tobias shouted.

The wind died down. The landscape beneath us shifted from jeans-color to T-shirt-color to chin-color.

"Fantastic Voyage," I said. "The voyage inside Marco."

<That was an old sci-fi movie. This is a horror flick.> Tobias said.

We passed into shadow.

Apparently into - can I just say EWWW - Marco's nose.