She goes tumbling through into space... and an updraft catches her! All she has to do is spread her arms, and she's flying, soaring through a blank, white space, a refreshingly cold wind whipping by, buoying her up. She finds herself able to steer by instinct.

Far below her, she can see items and even buildings scattered around... a sword, a wok, a book. A tombstone, a lion plushy. Hen House. Sun and Moon House.

At the very edge of his vision, in the far distance, where the curve of the horizon should be, stands... wait. That's her?? That's definitely another Marcille.