You climb aboard the falcon...

"It is truly a pity, that you must leave so soon. Ah well, that is the way of things..."

The great bird takes to the air, and soon you are high up, far above the clouds on a beautiful starlit night, exhilarated to feel the wind rushing through your hair and buffeting your face almost playfully.

"Well... where shall I drop you off?"

You ponder your choices...

Perhaps, return to Fortune City?

Or to the collection of Webrings?

Maybe a search engine... Yahoo or Altavista...

You tell the bird your choice, and he swoops down to drop you off, waving goodbye to you as he flies back to Falconar's Aerie... perhaps you should return there someday...