This is really something! If you asked him to explain exactly what is going on, he might have trouble doing it—granted, he can't always do that anyway, least of all in a way anyone will understand, but he's fairly sure he likes it. Whatever its name. Being rattled around at high speed like dolls in a box on a dragon's back. But a dragon usually knows where it's headed, it can see for miles and miles, it knows the land and the sky above it. Maybe Nux's friend knows what they're about to see—but maybe it doesn't.

He's about to say something, a word of caution maybe, when the tremendous bump and lurch of the rise rudely interrupts, and before he can squeak out a word they're in the sky above the land. His guts seem to lift inside him, and for one perfect moment the queasy thrill of weightlessness eclipses all concern for whatever may lie ahead...