Lohan got home floating, in a much more literal sense than he would have liked to admit.
It was only when he unlocked the penthouse door that he noticed the pen hanging in the air half a meter from his head, slowly spinning, following every step he took, and that the blue light was still pulsing under the skin of his forehead, lazy and happy, with no sign that it intended to go out.
'Good thing I can park directly at my apartment... if I had walked through the building's lobby like this, the attention I'd attract would be out of this world.'
He made the pen land on the table with exaggerated care, and stared at it for a moment, embarrassed.
"I'm not going to stay like this the whole time," he said to the pen, out loud. "This is temporary."
The pen, naturally, didn't answer.
