Penny dreamed she was falling.

The canyon floor was below her, moving ever nearer, but she never seemed to reach it. Her stomach was in her throat, and she was certain she was going to die, but everything seemed to be taking its sweet time. She was falling to her death, and there was nothing she could do about it, and all she could do was wait.

And think.

Her head and heart were full of all the things she was leaving behind. Her work. A whole, wide ...