the other arm comes up and the grob 's hold on jo changes , it lifts her high above it , swinging her back and forth , as if she were a little baby , then suddenly jo feels the grip release and she feels herself flying through the air , heading quite where , she knows not , but she does not have to wait long , as she lands square in the back of a wies-an-fusa , which had been in the process of sorting out another grob .