*flap flap flap *
Suddenly my back feels unoccupied.
I look down.
The gnome is gently drifting downward aided by a parachute.
Maybe it's his obsession with engineering toys.
One day that thing may fail,
or he may land unprepared in an encampment of angry Murlocs.
Perhaps it's something else
I fly down.
I ask " Why do you keep jumping off ? this makes it seven times now."
He stands there frozen .
We both dissconnect.
This is getting kind of annoying.