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He stops in space — somewhere out there, you know, in space —  and pulls the sugar fairies to a halt.

It’s impressive that he can do this without anything to push off against, but he’s never been the kind of kid to worry about the laws of physics very much.

He stands there in space, in a little bubble of merry atmosphere, and he sniffs the air. He smells the welkin.

“I have to go back,” he says.

The sugar fairies circle around to stare at him. One of them raises an eyebrow.

“My puppy needs me,” says Saul.

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