Chelsea still wasn't sure what had happened. One minute she was celebrating, hugging complete strangers, and the next... She looked up at Molly, who seemed like she'd completely disconnected. Shit, Sean warned me about this. "Molly, hon, are you okay?" Before Molly could answer, though, she felt herself being thrown from her chair towards the wall. "Fu-" was all she managed to get out as the impact knocked them sideways. She managed to maintain enough composure to try to look for Lisa and especially Molly, feeling the need to protect her. Although without her chair, what was she going to be able to-
The ship lurched again, and she found herself flying backwards, the way she'd come before. For a moment, she was back at Daytona. Her car was flipping, on fire, she had to get out, she had to, come on, seatbelt-
She was wet. Funny tasting water, really. She barely had a chance to register what was happening though as a body flew towards her, red hair flying. Molly! She grabbed the weeping, terrified girl and tried to hold on for dear life as the ship lurched again and sent them towards a brick wall. Turning away, she saw a very familiar object flying towards her. Oh, so that's where my chair went... was her last thought before the impact knocked her out cold.