Gemini hangs at the edge of the rip for a moment before jumping feet-first. Dropping like a boulder, he makes impact with the northern section of the lawn, and Uptown Manhattan quakes. When the smoke clears around the newly formed 6 foot crater, the unfortunate still-conscious survivors nearest him get a close up look at this man-machine.

Kneeling on one knee with his opposite fist planted on the ground, Gemini looks out at the crowd with an evil smile poking out below his thick plated face mask. His dry, crackled grayish-purple skin (embedded with wires and metal) is completely unharmed after his death-defying drop.

He rises up, to stand over 7 feet tall. He gazes upward and yells out to the sky where the last hints of its gaping wound are fading away.