"I wasn't planning on it!"

Not again, anyway. (Though he didn't exactly plan for it, the first time, either.)

Zack takes a couple steps back from the fallen pillar, looking around the small clearing behind him. The path is still there, back the way he came, leading up into mountains he doesn't remember coming down from (but he remembers them, just the same). And above them, inexplicably, the Plate looms. It draws his eye for a moment, just long enough for him to hear the sound of something creaking, groaning, threatening to come down, too—

"Hey, no pressure, but you might want to hurry it up!"