Catapulting the Ranks

Crossing the cord alone proved the path was viable, but getting Kai, Zane, and Cole across called for engineering. I found an unsharpened wooden pencil and a chunky pink rubber eraser left near a stack of notebooks on the sill. Positioning the pencil across the eraser to form a balanced seesaw, I tested the spring under my own boot. When Cole stepped onto the low end, I climbed atop the notebook stack and dropped down hard onto the opposite lever. Cole launched smoothly across the empty gulf, landing feet-first on the soft sofa cushion below. The transit line works cleanly.