"Sora---!"
Yelling out only caused his voice to be sucked away into the void of mist, turning back to see if at least Lucas was still there. To his surprise and relief, the boy was still clinging desperately to the side of the carriage.
Carefully, Sirius inched his way over, extending his hand towards Lucas as no words were exchanged, watching as he gritted his teeth, straining; he stretched his arm out as far as he could. As their fingertips met one another, it all fell apart.
An outside force crashed into the carriage that was already hanging onto a thread, sending Sirius' vision to go into a complete spiral as his body was flipped around this way and that; feeling a sense of weightlessness.
He soon came to the realization that this sensation was directly linked to the wooden coach; it had been sent directly off of the side of the cliff, yet still the fog clung to its presence.
--Ah, shit, Sirius thought.
