[Well, that was terrifying. Lucas's breath catches in his throat as he spots the woman frantically trying to outpace the closing fog. He immediately banks left. Not to turn around, but to be able to make a turn wide enough that he doesn't need to perform an awkward reversal. The boy urges the table silently to pick up speed as he leans out and reaches out a hand.]
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Miss Natalie! Get ready to jump!