"I appreciate that," he says with a few deep breaths. His shoulder burns, and when he tries to pull himself up with it, he ends up losing a little height and gaining a few rather unpleasant rope burns on his palms. Still, he carries on, eventually reaching the top of the floor.

He grips the side and pulls himself up.

"Right," he calls down. "Looks like it's firmly planted in..."

He looks. It's landed squarely in the middle of the machine, seriously damaging the off-switch, but completely failing to turn off the program. The program which is now blinking "WINTER CYCLE".

"Morgana, you need to get up here quickly," he calls.