I fell into a deep, empty, inky blackness and, for a moment, could not see where I was. But I could tell I was falling, falling down, but to where, I couldn’t say. All I could tell was that I was falling into endless darkness, feeling the wind rush by me as I fell.
Then, without warning, a light shone below me and I fell out of the darkness and into the light. It took me a second to realize that I was back in Rumsfeld, only now I was about a mile above the city falling to my doom.
But it didn’t matter. I could still fly, after all. I tried to activate my flight powers so I could make a safe landing, but oddly, I did not feel the usual sensation of power that flowed through me whenever I used my flight power. It was like I had somehow lost my powers, even though I still wore the Trickshot
