[When Skulduggery can feel the air pressing in around him again, malleable and familiar, he opens the eyes he doesn't have and takes no extra time to adjust to the sharp light of morning. There are times he prefers being dead, and this is one of them.

The center of Dublin is visible off to their left, pinpricks of tall buildings among leafy green foliage. Skulduggery doesn't usually fly this high on his own, and he avoids airplanes as a general rule, so it takes him a moment or two of further descent before he answers the unspoken question in his head.]

Right.

[He gestures in that direction, as much as what he's carrying will let him.]

Did the thesaurus happen to have compass directions in it? North, south, east west? [A pause.] Would you to be able to tell which way's which, even if it did?