Judge shakes his head. "Can't say I do. But if you think it'll help, then who'm I to say no?"

(Silently, Voodoo gives Lindianne a thumbs-up.)

Manhattan races beneath them as they continue to head north - first the Empire State building, then Central Park and Broadway, all reduced to shells of their former selves by the pandemic.

"I can touch down in the outfield or you can fast-rope onto the bleachers. Your call."