Sometimes, Raph dreams of falling. Just a speck on the ledge of some massive building, the world moves on without him. It feels like miles. It feels like oceans. The distance stretches on until he's left alone. Breathes, and then lets go.

He never wakes up with a start, and that's equally terrifying.

They wonder where he goes at night. He's seen the worry in their eyes. His father wrings his hands. Still, he leaves, says, "Just need some air". There never seems to be enough.

He has to push it from his mind—how much this feels like falling.