Extend the Story - Add a Room

Flying Falcon-Four arms suspend falcon-themed cars which spin in a sideways orientation, rising up to 100 feet (30 m) in the air.
"Omigod." Faith breathed. "That goes, really high." Her voice hitched on high.
"You'll be fine. I promise. You'll be all fastened in and," Faith squeezed his hand even tighter. Momentarily Locke forgot what he was saying, "You won't fall."
She shrieked, "Don't talk about falling, don't talk about falling, PLEASE don't talk about falling."
He chuckled, "All right, I won't-"
"Don't laugh at me!"
"Hush Faith. Calm down." Locke soothed.
The moment they got into a rocket on the ride Faith grabbed onto Locke--who sat in the front's--waist, and refused to let go. The higher they got the tighter she clung.
"Locke," She whimpered.
"Shhh," He said, happy not that she was suffering but because he enjoyed the ride, "Look around and focus on the thrill. Laugh. It's fine and fun."
"I can't." She said.
"Yes you can!" He spoke forcefully enough that Faith did, and laughed as she got off and asked him,
"Can we go again!?"

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