She's falling.
Down, down in a whirlwind of blue light and the last thing she remembers clearly before the drop is an overwhelming feeling of relief- and then a sharp jerk on her ankle, and then nothing but the formless hazy blue.
Maybe her eyes are tricking her, but she sometimes convinces herself that someone else is falling too: a glimpse of dark hair, a flash of a familiar face- but no.
She's alone.
And how could she have thought otherwise, she asks herself. She's always been alone. She always will be.
That is, she thought so. Until today.
Today, when her life flipped right around, and the search of an entire life spent without hope, spent without-
But she can't finish that thought, because the blue seems to be dissolving away, and the ground is approaching at a speed that's much too fast.
Way too fast, she thinks.
And then there's nothing but blackness.