[ WP ] For some reason , gravity on Earth has disappeared . Everyone who was outside at the time has floated into space to their death . Luckily for you and your spouse you were inside when it happened . However , after a few days , you notice you are running out of food .

A dog barked outside slowly floating to the sky. Its tail lazily wagging, propelling it even further to the heavens. Valentine began to weep. Tears went through the apartment. One hitting the ceiling of the kitchen, another hitting the pillows on the wall not four steps away. Steven kicked off the bathroom wall and floated over to her. Bringing her in for a hug without a word. They drifted over to the wall bumping into a framed picture, It was them. Them and Chris. Chris looked so young in the picture. He had just learned how to walk just in time for the wedding. As if on cue one of his shoes came into view from the closet. Valentine looked away towards the window with a sob. Some other floaters reached down to the streets as they where pulled up. They slowly became nothing more than specs in a bright blue sky. 
 
 Valentine pushed Steven off sending him slowly towards the ceiling. She jumped over to the kitchen, catching herself on the fridge door. The insides of which void of any food. An empty ice cream tub tumbled out towards the main hallway. She turned to Steven with watering eyes. He sighed and grabbed his army jacket. It fluttered through the air behind him. He launched himself into the kitchen flying over the counter and grabbed Valentine by the cheeks. Her watery eyes looked up. He shared a quick kiss with her and headed towards the door. She put a hand out but remained silent. 
 
 Steven flung himself down the apartment hallway. The stench of death came from a few doors, cries from the other. The hall lights flickered causing Steven to flinch. Eventually he came to the stairwell. He went in between the steps speeding up his descent, gripping the metal bars and throwing himself downwards. There was no feeling of up or down. It was simply forward. Minutes later Steven was at the glass entrance of the apartment. He looked outside to the cars slammed into third story windows and the few people slowly swimming across the streets, careful not to exert force downward. He opened the door and held onto the handle looking left to right. A CVS rested on a street corner just a block away. Its red sign flickered in unison with the lights of the apartment. Steven placed his boots on the brick supports of the building and boosted himself toward it. He went faster than he thought and reached to the side walk to slow himself. The rough cement scraped the bottom of his hands and blood shot the other direction. He cursed as he flew past the convenient store. Shop fronts and street lamps flew past him. He looked forward to where he was headed, the Atlantic was in front of him. A wall of upward stretched water grew closer and closer. Bits of the old docks and ships within the sea where scattered across the liquid wall. He reached out the road again desperately looking for a crack or crevice. The swirling oceans came closer and closer. Finally he hit the water. Like a train slamming into him it knocked the air out of him and replaced it quickly with water. His broken arms flung out searching for something to grab, hold, thinking it would save him. 
 Then he heard the bloop. 
 
 A large black blur slowly moved towards him, a submarine.
