In even more serious retrograde orbit around Knothear
Humphrey was starting to feel dizzy. He was closer to the ground, so he was spinning around the planet even faster. Looking out for the blue stuff wasn’t helping either. He was warming up, and was starting to think that his headmaster hadn’t been joking about the whole ball of vaporized gas thing.
“It just can’t be true.” he said for the ten millionth time. But it was. He was starting to wonder just how he was going to hit the blue stuff if he was going this fast. He had never gone to any lectures on using the atmosphere of a planet to slow down or bounce back into space. (If it had been called Fun with planets, instead of Atmospheric challenges 101, he might have gone.) All that was left to him was to make his last few hours as comfortable as he could, only he couldn’t think of any way to get comfortable. He was just resigning himself to a fiery death when Knothear called.
“Hello dear.” she said. “Listen sweetie, could you do me a huge favour.”
“Yes ma’am.” he replied, thanking his lucky stars (Being great uncle Hubert and auntie Peg.) he thought he was saved. “Anything you want.”
“Thanks dear.” she replied. “I’ve be asked by an old friend, Mr Death, if I could clean up a little problem for him, would you mind crashing into a specific point for me, I’ll send up some winds to help you out.”
“Yes ma’am.” he said a little dejectedly. “Is there any blue near it?” He asked
“Yes, I believe there is some, well thanks for your help, and have a nice day.” Then she hung up. He had hardly had time to get depressed again, when he started getting buffeted by the winds. He tried to convince them that they should blow him back into space, but winds are very one track minded and completely ignored him.