He wasn't falling anymore. He was flying. He just hadn't reached the stars yet.
Inside, he found a tin of emergency rations and a handheld radio. He clicked it on, the static popping like distant gunfire. Falling Falling
At first, there was screaming. Thousands of voices cut through the air, a choir of terror that eventually faded as people drifted too far apart to be heard. Now, there was only the rush of the slipstream. He wasn't falling anymore
The sky was no longer a place; it was a speed. Elias had always wondered what the end of the world would look like. He didn’t expect it to look like an endless stretch of bruised purple clouds and the frantic, rhythmic whistling of wind against his goggles. He wasn't hitting the ground. That was the problem. He had been falling for three days. Inside, he found a tin of emergency rations
"They say if you fall fast enough, you eventually miss the earth and start orbiting," Sarah said. There was a faint, hysterical edge to her laugh. "Maybe we’re just becoming moons."