Dottie had expected something other than a fall. Chanting Escape in conditions like this, when she couldn't move of her own volition, usually had strange effects. She had hoped for something strange. She had seen an opportunity, and though it had taken months of planning, she had arranged the dominoes just right. Everyone who had hurt her was getting what they deserved, thanks to her alpha, and she was finally free.
The fall should have ended with something surprising, but much safer than the concrete she had aimed for. It was- a bit more surprising than intended, she realized, as she landed on the bed.