He looked up with an exhausted smile, face a hundred years old. "Yeah, yeah. I did, yeah." He shifted, pushed himself upright. "Right at the top there’s this landing pad. It had this helicopter thing on it, chugging out black smoke. Pre-machine-phase stuff, had a long blade that spun round real fast like, cut yer head off if you jump. Fourth Warders were loading these cold boxes into it."