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looked up the horrible box was still there.
'Goodbye,' he said, and ran. He managed to get through the door just in time.

'Rincewind?'
Rincewind opened his eyes. Not that it helped much. It just meant that instead of seeing nothing but blackness he saw nothing but whiteness which, surprisingly, was worse.
'Are you all right?'
'No.'
'Ah.'
Rincewind sat up. He appeared to be on a rock speckled with snow, but it didn't seem to be everything a rock ought to be. For example, it shouldn't be moving.
Snow blew around him. Twoflower was a few feet away, a look of genuine concern on his face.
Rincewind groaned. His bones were very angry at the treatment they had recently received and were queuing up to complain.
'What now?' he ran his hands over it, and felt the scoring of chisels. When he put an ear to the cold wet stone he fancied he could hear a dull, slow thumping, like a heartbeat. He crawled forward until he came to an edge, and peered very cautiously over it.
At that moment the rock must have been passing over a break in the clouds, bsaid.You know when we were flying and I was worried we might hit something in the storm and you said the only thing we could possibly hit at this height was a cloud stuffed with rocks?''Well?''How did you know?'Rincewind looked around, but for all the variety and interest in the scene around him they might as well have been in the inside of a pingpong ball.The rock underneath was – well, rocking. Heecause he caught a dim but horribly distant view of jagged-edged mountain peaks.