Falling.

Fast.

Cecil's eyes were closed, the speed of the air pummeling his face threatening
to tenderize his skin.  He struggled to pull down the visor of his Crystal
Helm.

And then his body was wracked with pain.  He was crashing through some sort
of building, a misshapen meteor out of control.

There was calm.

Cecil's body ached, but he tried to move.  Nothing.  His back throbbed.

Voices.

He knew not who they were.

Music.

Stopped.

Calm.

Darkness enveloped him.