“Um…maybe,” he said, his hands gripping the bar tightly, shining red-white. He held his eyes shut, refusing to look at anything.

“Do you think you’re going to throw up?” she asked, leaning away from him slowly.

“Uh…no, but fainting is a possibility,” he said slowly, his face growing even whiter as tiny glimmering beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

“Ok…think about something else,” she said, trying to think quickly.

“I’m a little preoccupied by the thought of falling to my death. And by the thought of how funny it would be when people found out I died in a Toys R’Us.”

“Well, you’re not going to die. The ferris wheel’s already almost to the bottom. Even if you fell-which you wouldn’t-you’d probably barely hurt yourself. It’s only another minute at the most. Just…think about the Jump Cut…or play your favorite song in your head, that always helps me.”

As he started to hum, his face slowly gained back its color, and his hands slowly loosened their death-grip on the bar.