He was falling.
Theo was falling.
His eyes were flashing red, his heart was going crazy.
But his stare?
Inhumanly blank.
'Why the hell do I always fall?'
Just falling- falling through the clouds- falling through the very fluffy white clouds.
He could see the bottom of the floating plains coming up.
But even below that- there was no ground.
Just more space.
Bright space with nothing. No more clouds.
'I'm not gonna fall of this planet or something, right?'
It wasn't possible-
Right?
Right!?
Yeah, he didn't know.
But-
Sigh- yeah-
Things were always going to go wrong.
One way or another-
Always.
And perhaps-
In the end-
He'd have to give up again…
SQUEAKEEE!
But just when Theo thought he was going to plunge into the abyss-
He heard a familiar sound- promptly followed by a gust of wind and a grab of the beak.
