At the gateway of the ramp, I take the ticket from the mechanism and slyly point out that we can go through the first level without being detected. My companion is skeptical but follows along as we pass through the gate without being stopped.
On the other side, a woman in uniform stops us for confirmation and I show her the ticket. She waves us on but my feet lose their purchase on the ramp and I begin the slip away, falling upwards into the sky, pulling her along with me.
I tell her that she has to be in trouble for me to be able to do anything, that my own power cannot be activated unless another is in peril.
“Help me,” she says unconvincingly at first. “Help me.”
It does not work, though her sincerity increases as the danger grows and I jerk awake.