"Love warm weather, man, fuckin love it. 'S like heaven."

Out onto the deck now, and Edgar stretches his arms out and turns his face up to the blue sky, and gives a sigh of unalloyed enjoyment.

"Dunno if I'd say beautiful, exactly, about the mountains I saw? Might've liked em better if I wasn't busy trying not to fall off the edge."

Which way from here? He makes a move in one direction, or tries to and finds himself frozen to the spot again. Rolling his eyes, he turns the other way and starts walking again.