“Oh my stars,” I whisper under my breath.
“Keep going, Maisy!” Zoey cheers, “You can do it!”
“You won’t fall, don’t worry!” Mike adds in.
“I will now that you said it,” I panic, “Thanks, Mike.”
Then I heard a gasp, “Oh Mike,” I apologize, “I’m sorry.”
“Who is Mike?” He says (wait WHAT?), “I am SVETLANA! The Olympic queen of gymnastics!”
And with that, he flips onto the branches, until he’s flying over the tree, and grabs the totem.
“Way to go Mike!” We all cheer after moments of silenced shock.
“Hand me the clue,” I tell Mike, or err, Svetlana.
I hear him gasp again, “How did I get up here?”
“The totem!” Jo demands, and Mike throws it down to me, which I manage to catch, yet end up falling from the tree.
Though I don’t land on the ground, I land in a pair of arms; Duncan’s arms.
“I knew you’d be falling for me,” He wiggles his eyebrows.