Suddenly, without any warning or indication of the action, the airship began to pitch and roll in the air of its own volition as if it were caught in a storm. The walls creaked ominously as if they were under an enormous strain from something invisible to their eyes. Both women were thrown to the ground by the violence of the sudden movements and rolled from one side of the other unable to halt their movements. Once the movements had eased from what they had been and they had overcome their initial surprise both women tried to find a footing but neither succeeded. With their titanic battle forgotten for the moment each woman turned her thoughts to other matters; one woman to escape the other to helping her friend and saving him from a certain death. What neither woman had anticipated was that their lives hung in the balance as well while they were still in the airship if it was indeed in danger. Before they could do anything, however, they had to find a strong handhold from which they could pull themselves upwards to a standing position and make some move to pull themselves from their fate.

Greta managed such a task, after a great deal of trial she managed to land herself on an ideal place to pull herself up. Several times she had fallen but this time she had been successful in gaining enough grip with her feet to remain standing. Unfortunately her fortune was short lived when the airship pitched once again sending her flying towards the open platform. She would have tumbled to her death had she not the good fortune of fast reflexes which had enabled her to grab the mouth of the airship with her hands. Far from safe she struggled to pull herself up but her fingers were starting to ache badly from their exertion and her grip was weakening.

Seeing an opportunity, albeit a narrow one, to make her escape while ridding herself of Greta, Lily slid herself along the floor, it was pointless for her to try to stand while the airship continued to move as it was. Slithering like a snake through water she came closer and closer to the hatch and closer to her intent. A malicious smile curved her lips and narrowed her eyes as she arrived at her destination. Such a smile was directed fully at Greta. She knew that the woman was watching her with wide open eyes, full of fear, as she slowly extended her hand towards those weakening fingers. With her own finely manicured talons she peeled away one finger at a time, there was nothing Greta could do but watch as the time of her demise grew ever closer.

It was with a strange feeling of detachment that she watched as both of her hands were fully removed from the mouth of the platform and she began to fall through the air.

Having looked in on Robyn for the third time in half an hour he decided he would leave the club for a few minutes to take in some fresh air. Letting Ché know where he was off to he headed for the main door of the club and let himself out. A cool breeze wrapped itself around his arms as he stepped through the chrome doors and out into the darkness of the night. Free from his trappings he took in deep breaths of the air he had sought to take into his body. He had felt almost trapped in that shelter of silence enclosed within four walls that had hidden any trace of a world outside them. Sighing deeply he looked up at the sky above him. Already the first colours of dawn were blooming on the horizon lending a yellowish glow to the tall buildings in front of it. Despite the first rays of a new morning beginning to banish night the air was still chill and he was beginning to regret not bringing his jacket out with him.

Getting colder he decided it was best to head back inside. He didn't know how long he'd been out here but he knew it was almost time for him to check on Robyn again and make sure she was ok. This time he would stay with her and try to coax her to sleep, he needed rest too but he wouldn't allow himself the pleasure until her eyes were closed in repose also. Turning back towards the door he tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. Feeling a little silly he tried opening it again but still it refused to budge. He took a step back and scratched his head slightly; the door hadn't been locked when he'd left. With no other option he knocked on the door hoping that someone would hear him and let him in.

After knocking on the door for some five minutes and receiving no answer, Kit decided to knock louder. A further two minutes found him successful with rousing someone from within as he heard a shout to tell him to cease the racket he was making. Standing closer to the door he called to see if the person that told him to stop knocking would let him in.

The answer wasn't promising.

"Oh come on, please. It's cold out here." Kit pleaded feeling very cold now.

The voice on the other side of the door answered harshly, "We're closed! You'll have to come back tonight! Go find someone else to annoy!"

Not ready to give up Kit tried one last time to gain entrance to the club, "I know a song that'll get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves. I know a song that'll get on your nerves, get, get, get on your nerves. I know a song that'll-"

Kit's volley was broken by the door swinging open and the same voice that had told him to come back later telling him roughly to hurry up and enter. Smiling victoriously he walked through the door and closed it behind him before turning to see who he'd been annoying, it was Janette.

"You should have said it was you! I'll tell you something, there are certain people who would kill you for singing that. Don't do it again!" Janette snapped her French accent strong in her indignation.

"And I'll tell you something," Kit began with a slight smile, "That dress doesn't go with those earrings."

Before Janette could utter another word Kit winked at her and walked past her into the club. She stared at his back as he walked towards the corridor to the private quarters, her expression a little befuddled. Shaking her dishevelled head she relocked the door and followed his path, it was past her bed time after all.

Each second brought the ground closer and closer to her vision. Every now and then the speed with which she was hurtling towards her death would turn her over changing her view to sky and how far away it looked. Her eyes caught sight of Lily briefly, the evil woman was making her escape down the ladder and there was no one left to stop her.

She could feel gravity sucking her down, faster and faster, into an earthen grave and there was nothing she could do to control her descent. Her skin itched as she fell, it felt as if ants were crawling around beneath her flesh and her stomach felt as if it would take up residence in her mouth. Despite the horrifying aspect of what was happening to her she felt no fear, she felt strangely numb; as if this wasn't happening to her but to someone else.

Wrapped up in a strange sensation that this was just someone else's dream, she closed her eyes and waited for it to end.