B21C28 & B22C2

I was standing on glass. The skylight!
Below me I saw the dim night-lights of the mall. I caught a strange, unreal glimpse of the Waldenbooks and the Baby Gap beside it.
It was a twenty-foot drop to the upper mall concourse.
David leaped. I couldn’t grip well enough to move. So I stood, defenseless, as the tan blur came at me like a truck.
He hit! His mouth was aimed at my throat. I jerked aside, he slammed into me, and there was a huge, world-filling shattering of glass.
Down we fell!
Down we fell, slashing and biting and trying to kill, even as the floor rushed up to slam us. And then, in midair, twisting to get my feet beneath me, I felt the teeth.
I felt them sink into my neck.
I felt the blood gushing.
The tiger’s blood.
My blood.
Falling …
Falling … and already the darkness … the darkness …

—B21C28

[...]

But then I saw the broken railing. It was made of thick, tubular steel above thinner, square steel uprights.
All of this bent outward. As if an elephant had run into it. I turned back and swept my gaze up and down the familiar main mall. He was lying in a pool of blood. A tiger. Sprawled like he was asleep, but with a shallow pool of black blood extending around his neck and head.
<Jake!> I cried and dropped down toward him

[...]

<I hear breathing!> Ax said.
I hadn’t bothered to listen. I’d assumed Jake was dead. But now I focused all my senses. Yes!
There were sounds of breathing. But weak … reedy … with the sound of blood bubbling with each breath.
<He’s unconscious,> I said. <Otherwise he’d demorph. I don’t see David. But he could be anywhere. Anything.>

—B22C2