The world disappeared, and with her first panicked thought, Raina believed the Mist had simply killed her. Yet as she found herself able to have that thought, able to move in the blackness, and able to hear the Mist still hissing into the tube, she feared instead that she had gone blind.<br/><br/>Yet steadily, shapes were outlined in the dark: her own hands, splayed against the tube's thick glass, were faintly lit to her eyes. As her hands grew clearer in her sight, figures in the chamber beyond came into view, albeit obscured by the Mist around her, and slowly, other forms emerged from out of the black: the tube itself and the walls of the room beyond.<br/><br/>When the Mist had been removed from the tube with another prolonged hiss, she seemed to see everything, uncertain whether she was seeing through the dark or if the dark was no longer there. In fact, was anything truly dark or bright? A strange thought, but it was now difficult to be sure...<br/><br/>The door slid open, and the girl stepped out with some bewilderment. Her posture was confident but her face told another story for the moment. The shadows that deepened around her seemed to her eyes quite normal, while what seemed normal to the others appeared curiously flatly-lit to her. Her wide eyes narrowed, and she cocked her head at the figures of the others as if wondering for a moment at their reality.<br/><br/>She turned from them to look back at the machines. If there would be more to follow, it was hard to say. Turning back again, she examined the others more closely. Some had changed quite obviously, for sure. Others, she guessed at, much as she was still left to wonder about herself.<br/><br/>The form of her sister she recognized, but squinted to try to see her clearly. She seemed to strain her eyes with the effort and looked away from Lucia to end the discomfort.<i>Some things never change,</i>she joked to herself silently and laughed lightly, as if at nothing.