Root moaned to himself for the millionth time,

"I hit it," she shouted at Opal's image. "I hit the spot."
The commander struggled to his feet, raising the visor on his helmet.  His eyes were steady and fearless.  He smiled gently at Holly.  A smile that laid no blame.  For once there wasn't even a touch of reverish temper in his cheeks.
"Well?"
Root moaned to himself for the millionth time, "I'm a commander, for Frond's sakes.  I shouldn't be doing this, the Traffic newbies should."
He quickly floated back to his stash of baskets and stuffed his pockets, his shirt, his pants, and even his motuh with soul stones.  He touched the wall, concentrating, golden globe best dressed as the idiot who said his name was Crank had said.
FOr a moment, he had second thoughts about escaping.  If he stayed, he would eventually get enough stones to get into the Pearlies.  golden globe best dressed He quickly sqaushed that part of him, telling it that after some wrongs were righted, he would come back and continue on with the soul scraper thing.
He got up and concentrated on the image of Howler's Peak.