An updraft catches him. He's suddenly soaring through a blank, white space, a refreshingly cold wind whipping by, buoying him up. He finds he can steer his impromptu glider by instinct. His arms and hands don't even get tired!

Far below him, Chilchuck can see items and even buildings scattered around... a sword, a wok, a book. A tombstone, a lion plushy. Hen House. Sun and Moon House.

At the very edge of his vision, in the far distance, where the curve of the horizon should be, stands a lone, familiar figure, blonde, in a blue outfit, holding a staff.