He had nothing to which he might compare the sensation. He felt weightless, 
for he could not feel his body pressing against anything, but at the same time he was being drawn to the cold, ice-filled river below. He was Alice falling
down the rabbit hole. He remembered it now. Alice didn’t rush down the hole, she
took her time. She looked at things along the way. She didn’t focus on the
certain destruction waiting for her below. It was enough for her to be falling. 
The result was inevitable. She didn’t panic about it.