[Even given that they're in Luceti, Jack's first and only thought, as the ground flies up at him, is I have just been hit by a car. Here's hoping it doesn't roll onto me and kill me. There is, after all, considerably less romance in vehicular manslaughter.
Then there's an unpleasant whump, a pain behind his eyes and a blur of speckly darkness, an appreciation of cold and the sense that maybe people are moving somewhere and talking up above and behind him. Maybe - no, strike that, he's definitely crumpled in an ignominious heap on the icy ground, and Grell is saying something about humans and
Grell!]
I'm fine! [He tries to push himself to his feet and succeeds, after fighting the erratic lurching of gravity for a few seconds, in merely sitting upright. But he's fine! Just a bit . . . extremely tender up behind one ear. And somewhat limited in his ability to feel his arm.
But oh. Someone new is there. How nice of someone to look after his sweet lady after he's been tapped by what felt very much like a semi truck. It's a pity that they're too wobbly and multiple to really make much visual sense of.] . . . ah. Hello.
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Then there's an unpleasant whump, a pain behind his eyes and a blur of speckly darkness, an appreciation of cold and the sense that maybe people are moving somewhere and talking up above and behind him. Maybe - no, strike that, he's definitely crumpled in an ignominious heap on the icy ground, and Grell is saying something about humans and
Grell!]
I'm fine! [He tries to push himself to his feet and succeeds, after fighting the erratic lurching of gravity for a few seconds, in merely sitting upright. But he's fine! Just a bit . . . extremely tender up behind one ear. And somewhat limited in his ability to feel his arm.
But oh. Someone new is there. How nice of someone to look after his sweet lady after he's been tapped by what felt very much like a semi truck. It's a pity that they're too wobbly and multiple to really make much visual sense of.] . . . ah. Hello.