Standing like a monolith, Eiffel stared into the abyss and started to cry. The once occasional tears that were gently running down her face turned into a long stream of something like octopus tentacles squirming from her red and swollen eyes. Kaylee was gone, she had fallen into the void, down into the never-ending galaxy. Eiffel’s face turned a pale white, and she melted onto the ground, sobbing. “But I didn’t mean to hit her that hard…” she thought. There was a noise, a piano, like in heartbreaking movies. Springing up, Eiffel whipped her body around to find Kaylee, opening her arms for a hug. Eiffel tried to run into her welcoming embrace but woke up crying and petrified.