There was no floor.
He sank, almost endlessly, into the infinite expanse that seemed to defy all logic and reality. He could not see the surface, for there was no surface.
As he fell, the viscosity of the fluid increased until he was in free fall, picking up speed through the fluid, until it seemed, suddenly, that he was not falling at all. He had never been, had he?
He was waist deep in a fiery river, feet touching down onto an ashen surface below him. Strangely, there was no heat coming from the fire, only the reckless feeling of breakneck need to change, a need to be something new.
These were not his thoughts.
As he passed through the river, he saw the lives of others flash before his eyes.
These were not his thoughts.
Amid the confusion, a hand reached into the river and pulled him, straining, out, onto dry land. A bright light filled his vision, and when it cleared, he was in a field adjacent a mountain.
Next to him, he saw others. [Aela & Felicity]