(Open, Lizzy) I had decided to go out flying. It had been far too long since I'd done it. I was flying a good three hundred feet above the ground, inhaling the cool air. I had left my appearance inhibitor behind, choosing to fly in my true form. No one would be seeing me anyway. I flew over the woods, and I saw the tiny graveyard where V had been buried. Tears filled my eyes as I flew past. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in the back of my skull. And I began to fall.