It took a while to get used to the membrane that had formed around her. "Can I breathe?" She was not sure. "I must be breathing because I can still think."

She pressed her elbows against her chest to see if she could feel the muscles and lungs working at all, but felt... nothing. "If I'm not breathing, I must be dead."

The thought did not seem to bother her. In fact, it felt kind of nice. Whatever it was that had happened did not seem at all as bad as they had claimed it to be.

"Is this my skin? Is it the membrane? Oh what does it matter. Am I dead?" She tried to figure it out by using logic, but as she had never been very logical (and they never missed an opportunity to tell her that) she could not seem to settle on anything.

Not that it mattered. It would just be sort of nice to know for certain, you know? She smiled at herself, or at least she thought she did - she could not really feel anything move. "Well, if I think I am smiling, I probably am."

After a while she stopped trying to figure out if she was alive or not. Instead she just enjoyed the fall as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Like sleep. "It is just as effortless," she thought, "Only better because there is no tiresome dreaming involved."

The only thing she knew for certain was that she was falling and that she liked it. Somehow, that seemed enough.

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