Collette forcibly unclenched her first from his shirt, sliding it past Stan to touch the air behind his head. Her hand stays there, prevented from going any further by an invisible force.

She thinks of Paris. She thinks of Blue.

Her heart hurts, and she shakes her head, feeling embarrassed and relieved all at once. "No," she admits. "But we're not falling anymore. I, um. Force-field?"

She supposed it had to be something of that very sort.