Looking down through the glass floor on which he was standing, Charlie
could see the small far-away houses and the streets and the snow that
lay thickly over everything. It was an eerie and frightening feeling to be
standing on clear glass high up in the sky. It made you feel that you
weren’t standing on anything at all.
‘Are we all right?’ cried Grandpa Joe. ‘How does this thing stay up?’
‘Sugar power!’ said Mr Wonka. ‘One million sugar power! Oh, look,’
he cried, pointing down, ‘there go the other children! They’re returning
home!’