Gumball's P.O.V.
As Fionna hit the ground and my mother moved toward me, my hands flew toward the first thing my eyes locked onto- her prized blue crystal coffee table, carefully crafted by one of my father's old acquaintances.
I grabbed it by the legs, flipping it so that the top of it faced her. I swung my arms back, a fiery glint in my eyes as I determinedly met my mother's surprised gaze. I brought it forward.
There was almost a slow-motion moment as the tiny fragments flew in all directions. Quiet tinkling rang through the air, and in that instant everything seemed perfect. Of course,the sapphire symphony was shattered, rudely interrupted by my mother slumping to floor, unconscious, and time had the nerve to start up at full speed again.