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People fall into the Nexus every day. Today, it's from thirty feet up, and into a body of water. One might guess that he wasn't seeing the Nexus when he started his fall, judging by his bewilderment when he reaches a shore (and much sooner than he'd expected). Looking around, bewildered, he takes in the tableau of molten physics and convention-hall denizens, and manages to gasp a single question: "what did they do to me?"
((And now, it's time for all good spies to sleep. Responses will come when they've been cleared by the Department of Slumber.))
((And now, it's time for all good spies to sleep. Responses will come when they've been cleared by the Department of Slumber.))