The world was dark and hazy, illuminated by distant blots of diffused light.  Warm thoughts of red and platinum woman scattered with stripping away layers of unconsciousness.  Justine wanted nothing more than to snatch them back and clutch them to her breast, to make her feel warm and comfortable again.<br/><br/>The blobs of fuzzy light wiggled and jumped and Justine felt like she was suddenly floating in the darkness.  Warmth touched her back and legs and cradled her head and teased her thighs.  A soft moan escaped her lips and her naked body stirred in both familiar and alien ways at the touch.  Her moanful sigh was followed by a light cough as the smoky world invaded her nostrils and lungs.<br/><br/>The world grew bright and harsh and her lungs burned at the smoke poisoned air. Justine’s light cough became harsh and burdened chasing away sweet and scary memories and filled them with pain and confusion and fear.  Something was being pressed against her face.  It was cool and gripped at her cheeks and forehead.  She coughed again and tried to draw a breath, but this death’s cowl stifled while it cleansed and her hands groped feebly to pull it away and found only the soft fabric of Prue’s sleeves.  She was still very weak and could only whimper in protest and press her fingers into the arms that held her safe in the mask.<br/>