Samnýtt hljóð

But the shouting was getting closer. Too close. He pushed harder, forcing his legs to move faster than they wanted to— His foot hit something. A root. It twisted under him. Billy lost his balance. He stumbled forward, arms flailing, trying to catch himself— —and the ground disappeared. For a split second, he didn’t understand what had happened. The trees were gone. The earth was gone. He was falling.