After the climb - which he wasn't going to lie, was mildly terrifying and in no way easy - he was finally at a decent part of the ceiling to catch one of the boxes flying around. Reaching out to grab one, he frowned when it slipped right out of his reach. Strange. Brian tried swiping at another, but to no avail. Then he remembered that they were supposed to come to him with a soft whistle.

Oh. He'd thought the boxes would make a soft whistling sound as they came to him. Pssh. Seriously, English was a very confusing language.

Letting out a slow, soft whistle, Brian held out one arm - he was trusting this charmed wall and glove and boot thing very heavily - to catch the box. And as soon as he had it and tucked it under his arm, began his descent. Very awkwardly. He looked quite like a crab.