Riff-Raff had was not supposed to be climbing on the roof--he knew this. But he had to get Magenta's doll, flung by the bullies up to the school roof. The old slates wriggled under his careful steps, but he weighed so little that they did not break. He almost had it, it was just within reach--snagged in a gutter amidst the leaf matter. He reached down, just barely balanced, reached, and snagged it--and quite suddenly his light weight fell too far forward, and he tumbled straight down. He struck the gutter, snapped it, struck a gargoyle and bounced off, through a wall of vertigo, and finally slammed into the ground, the wind bashed ruthlessly from his lungs. His fingers twitched around the doll. He still had it.

But he could barely breath. His vision clouded red and something wet and thick was dribbling down his chin. Pain registered last, and he wanted to gasp but *couldn't*, was hardly aware of the people gathering around him, children's voices, an adult shouting things...
Where was 'Genni? He had to give her the doll...he'd promised...
Someone was talking to him. Telling him he'd be okay. His breath stabbed his lungs and he felt dizzy, weak, where was 'Genni, beautiful 'Genni, never left his side...he heard her voice...where?
He was still holding the doll when consciousness gave way to a gaping maw of black and gold stars.