The clanking noises are barely audible over the hustle of the crowds walking above. Anyone hearing it would presume it was a maintenance droid, going about its chores on the pipelines that supply the towering dwellings overhead.

Yoll B'burt- Hold on for just a little longer. Were almost there.

Dankin- We gonna make the race or what?

Yoll B'burt- Okay! That’s it. Let it go, let it go!

Dankin- Are you sure we’ve got enough to get us to the top?

Yoll B'burt- Just hang on and enjoy the ride.

The balloons umbilical pings away from the pipe and escaping gas quickly condenses into a billowing steam. Free of its tether the makeshift craft begins to ascend. Gathering speed with every meter. On the nearby walkway a few heads turn but the thick cloud acts as a perfect cover. Floating up into the lower levels smog the pair silently rise higher and higher.