I'm Lily Madwip, and my life's a beach.

We're falling through space.

I've fallen through space before, but from the wild look and marred at size, this is

our first time.

Duma is holding her in his arms, but she flails around like a floppy fish and he struggles

to keep a grip on her.

They're too far away from me to hear, but it looks like he's shouting at her, probably

to hold still.

The wind is shrieking past us.

I don't remember they're being wind before.

Honestly my last time falling through space felt much quicker than this, but I didn't

really have anyone else around me for it, and it's hard to keep track of how long you've

been falling when there's nothing around you.

I should get a watch.

I used to have one.

It came in the mail after I sent in a bunch of box tops from my favorite cereal like

e-charmes.

The hands of the watch were leprechawn arms.

Pasha holds me tight to his chest, crushed against his rubber suit.

I grip him like a little monkey, although one hand still holds Nathaniel.

I'm afraid if Pasha and I let go of each other, we'll fall away and never see each other

again.

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