A voice. Thank heavens. Please let whoever they were come up with some solution to his increasingly flirtatious relationship with gravity. He would very much appreciate having his feet back on solid... literally anything. Granted now he wasn't going much higher so much as starting to drift to the side. Away from things to grab.

"I touched a feather. Please help," he called back, his voice clearly shaking. Anything had to be better than this. "Get... I don't know, a rope, a ladder, someone tall."