Everything was dark, screams echoed through the sky, and still the London Eye burnt.

He was standing on top of the wheel, facing a figure he couldn't remember. Then, he fell.

Plummeting through the smoke choked sky, the fire surrounding and burning everything in its path. And still he was falling, falling...

Then, he hit the ground. Another figure he was sure he should recognize, but couldn't, approached him.

The fire still smoldered, and he was in pain. The figure reached him at last, but before anything could even happen, everything around him dissipated.

But he was alive.

Or was he?

-End transmission