Fell flat on his face. The train shunted forth as the engine came to life, causing Handy to hit the floor. He really needed to stop that from happening, for it was getting on his nerves. He groaned and scrambled back, closing the door of the caboose before anything else happened. He stopped and caught his breath, his head woozy as he stared at the metal door from his oh so glorious vantage point of… half a foot off the floor? Yeah that sounds about right.