Devi was none too pleased.

Damian and Devi had specifically agreed to meet downtown at the restaurant at 7:00PM, and it was well past that now and there was no sign of Damian in sight. Upset, she sat at the bar and sipped on a Coke, tapping her fingers on the counter, looking at her phone and debating whether she should call or text him. She didn't want to sound pushy, and she didn't want to seem insecure - but it would only be the truth.

Devi had become convinced that she was being stood up on this date. After all, their first date was a disaster. And Devi wasn't really the most socially comfortable girl, and although she had been learning some tricks of the social trade, she was far from blossoming as a social butterfly. She was more like really, really poorly developed caterpillar struggling to walk.

She stirred the ice in her drink with her straw at a rapid rate, becoming frustrated as the time passed on. Some of her drink was beginning to splash over the rims, both causing a mess and called attention from others, but for once she didn't quite care. She found it rather therapeutic, helping her zone out and let passage of time take its course. However, when some of the Coke splashed onto her jeans, she snapped back to her reality and immediately started cleaning up her mess, bowing her head down in shame for acting so immaturely.

The thought crossed her mind a few times that Damian might not be blowing her off, that there may have been accident or something terrible could have happened to him. She tried not to think of these things. She still wasn't entirely sure what to make of her relationship with him - she was completely new to the whole dating scene. He was the first boy to really show interest in her, so for that, she viewed him as special.

Devi looked back at her cellphone. Had it been long enough to send a text out of concern? What if he was blowing her off? Even if he wasn't, he better have a pretty good excuse to be late. Her mind went back and forth in a heated internal debate and she began to get frustrated with herself. She grabbed her phone and started to text: "hey where r u? i am waiting 4 u. r u not coming cuz---"

But her text message never finished and was never sent. Like many things in the city that night, it simply ended. A powerful energy consumed Devi's body, forcing her into a deep drowsy state. The cellphone slipped out of her hands, falling from her elevated height on the barstool and crashed against the floor, battery flying astray. Devi, too, fell from the barstool, falling backwards onto the hard wooden floor amongst everyone else in the small restaurant.

But even as Devi hit the ground, she still felt herself falling, and falling, falling and falling...and crash.