Eyes widening, Bob hurtled faster into the air, swerving away from St. Petersberg toward the sea. It was right behind him, and try as he might he couldn't help but leave behind a road of golden as he flew.

"Leave me alone!" He shouted, swerving again. "You're not part of me! Stop it! Go away! I won't let you destroy anything else!"

Yet, he still zoomed upward into cloud cover, illuminating them briefly.