<div align=center>William laughed, he knew Micheal had expected him to fuss, though he figured that if this was going to happen, he might as well just get it over and done with, the sooner it was over the better, he was merely trying to pretend that they were doing something else completely, it wasn't flying that bothered Bill anymore, it was hurtling towards deep water he probably couldn't swim in. William tended to panic in water that went past his neck, he had barely learned to swim without arm bands, the swimming pool made him panic, letalone the ocean. He supposed he'd just have to suck it up and get on with it, but he was just a little concerned about the effects of hypothermia taking place, he wasn't exactly well built for the cold, skinny, frail.
He clambered up onto the windowsill, forcing himself not to look down. Bill wrapped both arms around Micheal's neck, and scrambled onto his back, carefully though, ensuring he wasn't squashing anything, since that might have ended up with both of them plummeting to their deaths, William mentally snapped at himself for having such thoughts, and drove them away. He wished he was so pessimistic most of the time, all in all it caused a lot of problems for him.</div>