The first sense was touch: you could feel your skin—or rather, where your skin should be—tingling, and there was a feeling of temperature to go with it: a hot-and-cold kind of situation. Then came your sight: it began as distortions in the void that stuck out like a sore thumb, but slowly flickered to life as teensy little blurry embers in the far-off distance, each of as-yet undetermined colours.