Damian gripped the arms of his crash couch white-knuckle tight. Gravity pressed on him like an elephant, then a whale. The air was forced out of his lungs and his eyeballs were crushed in their sockets. His vision started to narrow and his hearing became quiet before a needle pierced his neck and it all came rushing back. “Dis is it, Beltalowda! Buckle up!” Damian looked over at Lei, along with the rest of the crew, and thought about how much she had become part of it. He wondered if the doctor they saved would become the same way. “Its like a hotel in here,” he thought, as Henry dodged another plume of ash and sent the crew straining hard against their straps. “Sorry!” he shouted. “Na worry, beratna! Still xiya!” called Mack in reply. Damian blinked his eyes and looked at his monitor. Still a ways to go. His vision started to narrow again and he cried for more juice. It hit him like a jolt of electricity to the spine and he let out an “unh.” Mack's were closed but he had a huge smile on his face. “Crazy fucker,” laughed Damian in his mind. “Gah!” shouted Malik as Henry did another roll. Damian looked back at him and he definitely looked the worst for wear. His face was green, and his nose was bleeding. Damian looked around. Everyone's was. He tried to lift his hand to his face but the force was too strong. Mack still had his goofy smile. His gaze shifted to Henry, whom he couldn't see very well. His vision began to narrow again and the lines of his monitor faded to black.