 Then my uncle spoke. Harry. Harry, my boy. Where are you? Here, uncle. Here is my hand. You realize what has happened? We are going upward. Upward? But that's impossible. We are going upward. Very fast. Hands the torch. Can you light the torch? Perhaps. There is now no wind to blow him out. I think he will burn in a moment. He is a good flame. Bravo. Look.