July 5, 1956, 7: 56 P.M. pacific central time.

As I write this, I realize that I am falling in mid-air. A complete free-fall. Shortly after finishing my last journal entry, the crystalline floor gave way and allowed most of the group and me to fall. At first, it was terrifying. Lots of yelling and screaming, but eventually you get tired of screaming, it gets boring. I actually rather like it, the wind whipping at my hair and all. Hold, water is coming, need to protect my journal. Write soon if I live.