It was so dark. It was like all the color had been sucked out of the world, leaving Will in a gray din of wreckage. The air smelled like metal, choked but clean. Will suddenly became aware of his arms and wings and legs, wishing instantly that they had stayed silent. He wanted to lay his head back and fall asleep, but his whole body screamed with pain. Adjusting his wings, he fought to put his limbs in a position where they did not hurt or at least did not feel like an animal was gnawing on every part of his poor broken body.
AH! Will yelped. He closed his eyes, his shoulders went stiff and his whole face tensed and he fought to stay under control. This living thing, Will decided, was seriously deleterious. Will grasped the door handle and pulled it out. He could hear the door had opened, so he shoved it out. The door flopped out