Individually her words made sense, but when she strung them together, he had no bloody idea what she was on about. He decided to stop worrying because one part of him, a large part, was terrified that he was going to fall to his death from a great height because he couldn’t see his body. This part, the very reasonable part, was in direct opposition to a smaller, more ridiculous part that was delighting in the wind on his face and the sense of freedom riding the broom brought.  