Mitchéll took deep breath as he tried to ignore the pain of his headache. Maybe that will help gravity take its course again. He hadnt recalled when the last time this had happened. Now all his lab experiment was stuck in the air—-and so was he. He gave up on trying to leave the room, he was on the other side of the door. Now it was him, his potions that will definitely break when gravity strikes back, old furniture that is already on its last leg destined to be destroyed, and his bitch of a temper.