Murphy sits down, more by necessity than from desire. She's breathing heavily, shuddering from combined adrenaline, pain and fatigue.
She doesn't really believe it's dead. She's still ill at ease, still sure something is wrong.
"...We should move," she says.
Something shifts--she reaches for Gabriel's hand as her center of balance seems to do a one-eighty, dumping her on her side--but she's falling, still falling, because there's no floor where the floor should be.
She manages to fix Gabriel with one startled look, manages to think Oh for fuck's sake, before she tumbles into the alley beyond the rift that opened under her, hits her head against a dumpster and blacks out.
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She doesn't really believe it's dead. She's still ill at ease, still sure something is wrong.
"...We should move," she says.
Something shifts--she reaches for Gabriel's hand as her center of balance seems to do a one-eighty, dumping her on her side--but she's falling, still falling, because there's no floor where the floor should be.
She manages to fix Gabriel with one startled look, manages to think Oh for fuck's sake, before she tumbles into the alley beyond the rift that opened under her, hits her head against a dumpster and blacks out.