As the ground drew ever-closer, he braced himself for a nasty impact.
Nothing happened.
He found himself wet, and floating through dark mist--unaware of where, when, or why he was.
He didn't really care about the first two. He only wondered why he wasn't a nasty mess on the pavement yet.
And then came the realization that he was tiny, and that it was dark and raining, and he was actually floating in a large stream of rainwater that would eventually lead him to a sewer drain.
Frantically, he flailed about, hoping for rescue, or a miracle.
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