A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short! It is supposed to be transitional. I will try to update later today, but I cannot make any promises.
Emma was falling, but she was falling the wrong way. Instead of falling off of the Empire State Building, she was falling back onto it. That had to be a new one.
On the bright side, she was no longer afraid of falling those twelve feet anymore.
A searing pain pierced her body as she landed flat on the concrete ground. When her head hit the unforgiving cement floor, a slow darkness overtook her vision, her mind, her limbs. She couldn't move, speak, hear, feel, or smell. For Emma, it was positively horrifying.
The Dark One in her, however, was comforted by the blackness.