Grids was silent and Jonathon was suddenly flooded with memories of flying. The test craft he’d flown with Tamara were much more powerful and destructive than this helo, but the feel of the wind caressing his fuselage was the same. The bounce of turbulent air, the screaming fire of the turbines, rumbling like excess distortion through his metal body; all were similar. Except that Tamara wasn’t there to share it.