For a Week Two total of 5400.
The real news is that, as of today, I'm starting to think I can draft this novel by the end of the summer. It won't be good. But it might exist. Finally.
Ari and Gabriel landed in a thick stand of trees some distance from the main house of White Falls, on the wide surface of a fallen tree. Ari, pre-crouched and balanced for the surface, set down as softly as a cat. Gabriel, on the other hand, landed like a kitten—all limbs that he didn’t seem in full control of. He slipped off the side and landed with a twiggy crunch on the forest floor a few feet below.