Her reflection was stuck at terminal velocity. She couldn’t stop the gravity and she was falling so fast and there was nothing faster. The wind damage from freefall had rubbed her face raw. Her hair gorgon-snapped, her lips flayed. Sophie tried to write her plans. She was wet from the water and sweat and the shakes made it look like sanskrit.
Her notes which she could barely write said the book was all that could save her now.