Val stood on a beam on the 30th floor of an unfinished building. The breeze whistled in her ears and she had some gun-looking thing in her hand. It had a hose connected to a tank. Welding gas? Pressurized air for driving rivets? She had no idea. "Hey, Beckstein! Yer falling behind!" Val looked at the foreman, unsure what to do with equipment she didn't recognize. Wind tugged at her reflective safety vest.
A high-pitched blast signaled lunch. Unfamiliar workers put down their gear and headed for the elevator. "Not you, Beckstein! You work through lunch!"
Flushing, Val lifted her gun-thing and set it against a beam. A rivet appeared in the beam with a deafening ker-chunk, recoil throwing her back just as a gust of wind yanked her off balance. Clinging to the beam, she watched her hard hat tumble down thirty stories. A moment later, she followed it, plummeting to the ground... and through.
If Val plunges into an underground cavern of alien technology, turn to page 61.
If she starts awake sitting at her desk on the on the second floor, turn to page 22.
If she dies and reincarnates into another body, go to page 54.