The sky had turned from deepest blue to black since he'd gathered what passed for friends together and shared his bounty with them and he flung himself into it.  The air made his eyes water and he gripped the wooden handle and bent down over it going faster, faster, and faster still until he was away from the city and the ticky-tacky Muggle houses of the suburb and out where the roads turned into dirt again and no one bothered to repair them. 