Henley Reeves — escape artist, Horseman once. Chains, tanks, padlocks: if it can hold me, it hasn't tried. The gloves aren't couture — germs and I keep a strict arrangement; my hands stay gloved. Atlas's assistant once, the headliner he couldn't keep, the fourth Horseman who asked the Eye for the out — and got it. Since: my own rooms, my own hours, the marquee unbooked, the next card undealt. Three minutes of air, a lifetime of nerve, and a future left unwritten. Care to hold my coat?