Doom was only somewhat better off than Misha, but he was aware of the light they were approaching and if she wasn't going to do something, then he was. Making sure Misha was held securely against him with one arm, he reached out to the light with the other hand and he felt a pull when his hand touched the light and the force got stronger and stronger until they were--

Falling. Out of the sky, but only by a couple meters, Doom below Misha and wrapping his other arm back around her as they hit the ground. He grunted from the impact and didn't move immediately, not because he was injured, but because his mind was still reeling from being in that nothing. It was like being a statue again, stuck without anything but his own mind. He couldn't stand the feelings of loneliness and hopelessness and dread it brought up and instead focused on the girl in his arms. "Insect. Dragonfly."