Carrie hung onto Dick's side, hoping that the strain of using a line gun while holding an extra hundred pounds in his arms wouldn't strain his stitches too much. She wasn't overly concerned, as Dick could probably hold her up with one finger and not break into a sweat immediately. Still, the nagging worry lingered and wouldn't be gone until they got home.
While in the air, Carrie watched the city fly by underneath them. New York felt emptier. Or maybe she was just projecting her feelings onto the city. Carrie felt her eyes water and told herself that it was the wind in her face that caused the world to go blurry. Blinking it away, she turned back to Dick and buried her face in his shoulder.
"We should use the door," she said mildly, knowing he'd probably enter the apartment through their window.