Now Falling To Their Doom

Time slowed.

Finn, Zephyria, and Vespera plummeted toward the lower district, which was at least ten stories below.

Zephyria: "THIS IS YOUR FAULT, FINN!"

Finn: "HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?!"

Vespera: "I CAN'T FLY, BY THE WAY!"

Finn: "WHY WOULD YOU EVEN MENTION THAT?!"

Vespera: "JUST THOUGHT YOU SHOULD KNOW!"

Zephyria: "DO EITHER OF YOU HAVE A PLAN?!"

Finn frantically patted his coat pockets. "I—uh—oh gears, I don't—WAIT!"

He yanked out a tiny, suspiciously homemade parachute device.

Zephyria narrowed her eyes. "Does that actually work?"

Finn gulped. "...Fifty-fifty chance!"

Vespera cackled. "I LOVE those odds!"

Finn pulled the ripcord.

The parachute deployed—

—then immediately caught on fire.

"...Oh," Finn muttered.

"YOU ABSOLUTE IMBECILE!" Zephyria shrieked.

Vespera just laughed harder.

Tess, still watching from the bridge above, casually took another bite of popcorn. "Well, they had a good run."

The ground rushed up to meet them.

Finn screamed.