I’m falling down a never-ending skyscraper in slow motion.
Frantically, I look through every window, searching for something or someone.
Suddenly, I spot my target, and instead of falling, I float in one place and squint through the window.
Inside is a white medical room, and I see Mom sitting on an ancient dental chair. She looks horrified as she stares at the dentist. He turns toward me, and I realize he isn’t a dentist at all.
“I know him,” I scream at Mom through the window. “His name is Anton.”
Mom can’t hear me, and neither can Anton. With an abrupt motion, he grabs one of those frightening metal picks and leans toward Mom.
One moment I’m floating outside the window, and the next I’m crashing through it, jagged pieces of mirrored glass flying everywhere.
The sound of breaking glass continues as I leap forward, just as Anton is about to stab Mom in the chest with the dental pick.
My enemy turns in time for me to punch him in the face, and I hope my desperation and hatred give me the strength required to break his monumentally large jaw.
I hear the distant sound of a phone ringing, but I ignore it and focus on my fist, which feels like I just hit an iron plate instead of a human face.
Before I can even think of throwing another punch, a giant fist connects with my face in a vaguely familiar arc, and I fly backward through the window.
Looking down, I see the pavement approaching at the speed of light. Though I should be terrified for myself, I’m more worried about leaving Mom alone with that monster.
The pavement approaches even quicker, and I brace for the impact.