"This concludes the first meeting of the participants of the Grand Cio Celestis. We applaud your courage and strength in accepting this feat, and We will continue to meet every two weeks unless unpredictable or remarkable events occur, requiring immediate reporting." With the wave of his hand, he announces, "You may now wake." And, Bella falls. The strength that kept her above the clouds came crashing down and she falls and falls and falls, the wind howling aside her. Her eyes snap open, as she lays in bed, calm. Her eyes scan the room, and she sits up, looking at her own hands. Confused, she looks at the clock. And the clock stares back, floating in the air.