There's this thing about flyin' in a helicopter as opposed to, say, a jet or a passenger plane, and that's the freedom of movement. Because the thing has rotors instead of propellers, you can go whatever direction. Up, down, back, forward, sideways. It's cool, and he brings 'em around -- when the land's finally close enough -- so Chuck gets the best view of Bone Village below them, and he flies low enough so she could make out a couple things. Not like the details of the shit on the ground -- the bones, the debris -- but so she could see some of the structures, and even the tiny little people down there milling around. It's kind of cool, and he warns her to hold onto her coffee cup as they angle in so she gets the best view.

And then he pulls the helicopter up again so they're flyin' nice and level, and it's a good thing too 'cause the view of the crater is pretty friggin' spectacular from here, what with that back wall of it all taller than the rest, and the mist rising from it, and the way the clouds catch and swirl around it, and the closer they get to it, the smaller he feels.

Like the crater or whatever lives in those caves inside it could swallow them whole and spit 'em back out again. Before they get any closer, he drains his coffee and sets the cup down in its holder and gets friggin' ready, and there ain't no jokin' around, no small talk, no innuendo about size mattering.

Here, it actually does.