Jackson felt the wind rushing past his face, blowing dirt and debris into his eyes. It was hard to breathe because he was falling so fast. He spread his arms out to slow down.
THUMP.
Jackson opened his eyes carefully. He wiggled his arms and legs. Stiff, but okay. He got to his feet and looked around. He was exactly where he was before, right at the top of the cliff.
What?
Behind Jackson was the elevator door with no buttons. In front of him was the other side of the canyon, still thirty feet away. Then he looked down.
And almost threw up.