You'd think I'd be an expert in not floating away by now.

[Are they not all Total Experts in blood powers. Sheesh, who wouldn't be after this long. Anyway, his pound of flesh... give it back, Trench, please.]

It's always blood, but this time, it's not blood? I'm going to need a new red pen for this round of magic bullshit. Once I can stay grounded, I'd like to have a look at it. I promise not to sneeze on your work table.