Fortunately the desk went one way and Daffy went another, otherwise she would have been pinned beneath it somehow as the floor gave way. That wasn't to say that she was unharmed in the fall. Wood splintered all around her and she hit the floor below with a jarring crash, something in her shoulder popping sickeningly as the breath was knocked clear from her lungs. She saw stars and her vision swam, panic rising as she felt the same as when her sight had vanished.

Dazed and confused as to what could have possibly happened, Daff tried to sit up, but found she completely lacked the capacity. Her left arm hung loosely and uncomfortably at her side and her head was pounding. She could feel blood trickling down her face in more than one spot and she was sure her lip was split. Her whole body felt jarred and out of sorts, but she thought her legs were alright.

It was of course the panicked voices of her sisters that finally gave her the strength to push from the ground. "Dahlia? Where's Calla?" Thistle was down in the basement, but the inside door to it was no longer visible among the rubble. Dizzy with disorientation, Daff tried to swivel around to locate her sisters, but the motions set fire to both her head and her shoulder and she had to stop as soon as she started.

Another welcome voice wafted through the cloud of dust hanging through the air. "Jack!" Daffy called in anguished relief. "Find Calla!"