"I'll come back," Jay snipes, a little too forcefully. The birdie doth protest too much, something in the back of his head pipes up, helpfully reminding him of the copy of Hamlet he left in his backpack. It's that thing's now. Hope it has as much fun with it as Jay did.

"Listen, I can...If I get enough hei--" His voice catches in his throat, and he tries to cover it with a cough. "If I can get high up there enough, maybe I c'n see where we are."

He has to take a second to catch his breath, give his beak a break. It's all still sluggish. His tongue's got pins and needles, and his foot doesn't even have that. He can't even feel it.

"Then we know where's...the way out."

Flying's easier than walking, anyway. It'll be fine.