I feel a sting on my back leg. I'm falling, so far, but never reaching the ground. Down, down, down. Something covers my face, and there's a new smell, sweet and cold. I'm too far down to be scared.
Time falls down, too.
I see it, swirling through the air around me, too sweet, chilly. Back in my hiding box, in the white place. At least these new humans know about hiding. There's a sore feeling near my tail. Other creatures sit or lie in boxes all round the white room.