s e a n a c h a i s

There's something going on -- something awful.
I spent an entire day running around warning people about that satellite crashing, only to find out that no one cares.
I can see it in Josh's eyes, as scared -- and scary -- as they were when he came out of Leo's office six days ago.
A massive object is hurtling down on us, and no one knows where it's going to land, or who it's going to crush as it goes.
CJ's known for two days now, and whatever it is, it's bad enough to leave her staring blindly out into space, as if she's watching for something... waiting for it.
Details from Josh's endless physics lectures have been flowing back into my mind for days; I even went to the NASA site to double-check them, to be sure.
Ginger and Bonnie know there's something wrong, but Toby and his damn bouncing ball aren't talking, not to anyone who doesn't already know.
As the object enters Earth's gravity well, it will begin to fall at a rate of 32 feet per second per second, accelerating all the way down.
Margaret doesn't know what's going on either, but she's worried about Leo, enough to be keeping an eye out for bottles.
At that point, when the object is moving because of the pull of gravity, it is said to be free falling.
Sam found out about it -- whatever 'it' is -- the same day CJ did; he came back and locked himself in his office, and just sat there in the dark for hours.
When the weight of the object matches the resistance of the air against it, the rate of falling will become constant.
I need to talk to Josh, but I don't know what to ask this time, and I really can't handle it if he doesn't answer.
The object will achieve terminal velocity; it can't accelerate any more -- and it won't slow down.
Toby wants to see me, and I don't want to go, because if something's going to fall on me, I've discovered I'm really happier not knowing that it's coming.
Newton's equations can tell us that the object is going to hit, but they can't tell us when, or where... or why.
I walk towards Toby's office to find out what's about to crash -- and how much it's going to hurt.
Finis

Notes
In case you hadn't noticed, that was me indulging the need to go for form over function. < g > It seemed like a fun way to try to get into Donna's head during the few days between when it was screamingly obvious she knew something was going on in 'The Fall's Gonna Kill You', and when she actually found out in '18th and Potomac'. Thanks to the speedy-yet-thorough Jennifer for beta reading, and to Kiki and Dianne for the usual 'it doesn't suck' reassurance.
A big thank you goes to the NASA Glenn Research Center. Anything you want to know about physics and ballistics, check these guys out. With diagrams, even!