057: plummet

Always, it was the same dream. She'd be falling from some unknown height, deathly close to the outcroppings of rock surrounding her on all sides, with the whole bottomless world bathing in an unearthly blue glow. For what seemed like hours, she would be a slave to gravity, unable to find a single ledge safe enough to reach, until finally she would instinctively grab hold of one just perfect for her hands. As she would pull her small frame onto the cliff face, the same startling scream would rupture her ears.

Falling still, came the one needing to be caught.