Enid fell headlong between the spaces in his eyes. She attempted to arrest her forward (downward? sideward? she'd been falling for so long she'd lost her directional bearings) movement, only to find herself spinning madly, like a Cirque du Soleil performer, but without the comforting embrace of harness and wires.
She thought long and hard about how she wound up in this position. All she'd ever wanted was to be loved, to be safe, to be happy. How was Enid to know that some people had deeper façades than others? And that when you finally reached behind the scenes of that façade, there was only.. this? A never-ending blackness, filled with no markers, with no furniture, nothing to pin a location to. Just this aching void in which she'd firmly lost her entire self.
Fake is fake, Enid told herself, no matter how long it took to uncover, there is always an endgame with a fake person. So you got further into the mystery with this one than you had with other Fake Ones in your life. Doesn't make him special, just makes him smarter than the rest, wilier. Let's stop this free-fall girl. Take your life back. Take your breath back. Start there. With a breath...
Worlds can be reborn, after all, with one simple breath.