The Reacher reached, but the sky was too high.
The Reacher hired a helicopter, but the pilot refused to go above 25,000 feet.
The Reacher kidnapped a griffin, which climbed and climbed to such great heights that The Reacher grew dizzy and the sky became glitzy and snazzy, and The Reacher could see stars.
The Reacher woke up on wet ground, and rejoiced. For there he was. Dan Lazar.
"I've reached you," said The Reacher. "Where are we? Are we on a moonbeam?"
"No," said Dan. "I don't exist. And you're dead, you stupid fool."
Geeze Dan, nice way to talk to the clients!!
(Dan is gonna kill me for this I bet)