When the floor gave out underneath us, all of us—me, Rubberman, and the Dark Collectivists—fell to our doom. Everyone screamed as we fell, but our screams could not be heard over the explosions below and the cracking noises of the wooden support beams of the Francis giving way. Through a glimpse overhead, I saw Tentaculus take off through the ceiling, busting a hole open with a laser blast and using his tentacles to take to the air once again.
That was the last thing I saw before I crashed on top of the pile of debris in the lobby that Slasher had once crashed on four months ago and then I was immediately buried underneath a huge pile of sheetrock, wood, and debris. The impact of the fall and the impact of the debris falling on top of me knocked me out cold.
The very last thing I saw be
