"M ON , YOU DOIN ’ jus’ fine," Maelcum said, helping Case out of the red Sanyo vacuum suit. "Aerol say you doin’ jus’ fine." Aerol had been waiting at one of the sporting docks at the end of the spindle, near the weightless axis. To reach it, Case had taken an elevator down to the hull and ridden a miniature induction train. As the diameter of the spindle narrowed, gravity decreased; somewhere above him, he’d decided, would be the mountains Molly climbed, the bicycle loop, launching gear for the hang gliders and miniature microlights.