"Well, the angels, Merlin and Skulduggery, at least," Solomon returned dryly. "They overwhelm everyone else, and if you're insulted about not being as big-souled as them then you've got narcissism issues." Then he quietened, staring ahead, comparing the light of their company to the quiet in his peripheral vision. "You're steadier," he said after a moment. "It's calming, to be perfectly honest."

Ghastly wasn't the only one trying not to look at Gabe and Skulduggery, and not the only one to roll his eyes. Solomon didn't even deign to look over at him. "I think you're going senile, Elder Ravel. Let me put it this way: aside from the angel thing, it's probably a good thing the lifestream isn't on public display."

Ahead of them, the group paused, the currents moving around them and blurring the edges of their collective presence. "Hey, slowpokes," Rafe called back, "if y'all hurry up we might be able to get us all into one dodgem car session! Don't be dawdlin', now!"

"If it's all the same to you, I'll guard the wheelchair," Solomon called back as they came nearer. "And no, you may not drive me, Reveller. Go drive into things yourself. Maybe you'll get it out of your system and grant me better service."