Wanda gasps. Her eyes shot open. It was all so real.

She laid on her back someplace cold. She stared up at the dark sky above her. Why was it so wide. It looked disorienting, it was so big. Strange smells filled her nose and lungs. The air smelled disorienting. Her back felt sore, very sore. It felt like her neck after one of Choker’s more vicious punishments except it was everywhere. Everything was too real. All of the sensations were overwhelming, and together they were something on a whole other level. She closed her eyes again and trying to push them away. They didn’t leave, but she did adjust to them. She adjusted more quickly than she would have thought possible.

She forced the queer air into her lungs and rolled over to get a better look at where she was. Some was moving on the top of some vehicle. Buildings of vertigo-inducing heights flew past her on either side. She looked away from them. The vehicle bumped and rattled over rough road and faulty shocks. She was laying on some wet and slimy, salty smelling thing. Sea weed. She was in a container of sea weed. She didn’t remember landing in the sea weed. She didn’t even remember falling, she thought to herself.

Falling.

Where was None? Wanda called out to her schoolmate, but the strange air robbed her voice. None had carried her out the window. None must have found the soft landing place and shielded Wanda on the way down, because neither of them were lucky enough to have survived an unguided fall like that. Wanda couldn’t remember, but she did definitely feed like her head had suffered a portion of the impact. A huge knot was beginning to form on the back of her head. There were also cuts on her left arm and leg. Had they fallen through something on the way down? Wanda didn’t remember that at all, but small pieces of shattered something were falling off her and out of her clothes.

She had also lost bladder control at some point. She desparately hoped that she would never have to eat any of this sea weed.

Wanda groped around, searching for None and trying to call her name. Her voice would still only cough. In the dimness of the ambient light pollution, Wanda searched. She found metal and ceramic foot, torn off the leg.

She kept searching. She saw an arm at the edge of the container. She crawled to the edge. She saw the form of None, hanging off the side of the container by that arm. It had been stripped down to the metal frame and pistons. Parts were stretched out. Parts were bent. None did not move. Then when Wanda touched it, the body came loose and fell onto the street below. Wanda screamed as best as she could as the body past out of sight.