"You certainly did," Toffee said. "Now how are you going to get all that stuff down again?"
Unexpectedly, Marc jumped to his feet, made a quick lunge toward a small black book that was rising rapidly toward the ceiling. But he was too late; it moved beyond his reach and came to a solid rest against the ceiling.
"Damn!" Marc said.
"What is it?" Toffee asked.
"The book that I recorded my formulas in," Marc said. "I have to have it. When this gets out...."
Toffee rose to his side and placed her arms around his neck.
"For heaven's sake!" Marc said. "Can't you think of anything else?"
"It's difficult," Toffee said. "But at the moment I'm trying to help you. Lift me up and I'll reach the book for you."
"Oh," Marc said. He held his hands down for her to step into, then boosted her up. As she rose above him he was surprised at how light she was. He glanced up. One hand on his shoulder, Toffee was stretching the other toward the wayward book. She didn't quite make it. She glanced down at Marc.