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at least some layer or other, and that improper thought is enough to leave me reeling still. To my relief there was a porthole that led to the outside, which we managed to open, and that gave us temporary relief. We decided that I, being the slightest, should crawl out the window, to the outside of the airship, and find a way to the control room. I was, of course, the only one who could fit. I managed to squeeze quite easily through, but about half-way I