Still in astral space, Lips see the floor moving away. Since there is still the memory of gravatiy in the astral, he saks down a meter before he remebers the absence of the laws of physics. Returning to his body as quick as possible, maybe to stop the fall of his teammates, but when Lips open his mundane eyes again, both runners and the dog maschine are already on the ground. And, as it seems through astral view, still breathing.
"Are you all right down there? We will let down a rope."