Then everything went black. Not nighttime dark, not countryside dark, but the absolute nothingness of an underground cave. The craft shook so violently that Alice’s visors flew away from her head, while her arms and legs lost contact with the chair and floor. Her stomach flipped as the ship rolled onto its back and plummeted, a dead weight. The buffeting grew until she saw stars, unable to breathe, g-force crushing her chest. People screamed around her.