Bonnie crashed through Cornelius Zappencackler's skylight right on schedule. She had no way of knowing this - regardless of what she suspected - and she was likewise unaware that she'd fallen into the vault where Zappencackler kept his private collections. Since she was who she was, Bonnie did wonder on the way down just how valuable all these things were; but there wasn't time to make any appraisals.
The floor was rapidly rising to meet her. She was plummeting toward several stacks of crated books, some antique laboratory equipment, and a large Orb of some kind. None of these things looked like they'd make a comfortable spot to land. She rolled herself into a ball, gritted her teeth, and then thought better of that just before she touched down.
Her impact was a surprise: just as she struck the pile of memorabilia and it absorbed the force of her fall there was a loud crack. A circular section of the floor beneath them gave way, and Bonnie, the books and machines, and the peculiar Orb all continued to fall into the darkness below.
The floor beneath them had been weakened in some way. It absorbed the impact, and crumpled, and fell, with Bonnie tumbling afte
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March 29th, 2012 at 2:25 pm
Poor Bonnie. It’s like she’s the ball in a Rube Goldberg machine.
March 29th, 2012 at 5:07 pm
If you remove the words “It’s like” from that sentence I think it’s even more accurate!
