Crying out "ADRIAN!!" he thrust himself forward into the yawning abyss, and felt gravity, that fearsome mistress, possess him as her own. Falling and falling, he felt himself accelerate until what to his wondering ears did appear but the thundering hooves of 8 tiny reindeer, pulling a sled decked out in dark green tanned Bentley hides, and detailed by walnut. Blinking his tiny beady eyes he gazed up into that face known so well to all Rolex afficionado.... and he blurted out "Hans?!"