I plummeted down, down, my stomach somersaulting, my speed whipping tendrils of my bun into my face. The ground below rushed up to meet me, and I crashed into it and bounced. I lay there, stunned, looking up at the broken second-story window I'd just fallen out of. Was pushed out of. Fallen out of? I tried to unscramble what just happened when the front door burst open and four men and a dog spilled out in a rush of frenzied worry.

"Sunshine, are you all right?"

"What the ...