Sandy went where he was pulled, but he was careful to keep his weight balanced on the hand holding him up, his legs. He couldn't help bending down, leaning in, pressing for more. The whole thing was intoxicating and in a way that he felt good enjoying to the fullest.

For once, for himself, some of the weight of the Cage fell away. He'd been transformed to be here, to find Mike, to find this kind of happiness. Not just for the good of the world, but for his own good. And, he swore, Mike's.