With all the jostling of being passed around like a football in a game of keep away, the dizziness was more than she could stand.  She had lost her lunch somewhere, probably on Blue Eyes.  With the sudden speed and so on, she lost her breakfast and what little belonged to dinner last night as well.  Her stomach completely empty and her head clouding over with blackness, she slipped from the world again.<br/><br/>She awakes nestled among the clouds, black and soft.  She reaches out and grabs one and pulls it to her.  She latches onto that cloud, wrapping arms and a leg about it.  Pictures, sounds and movements paint a picture that jars the mind the way Philip Glass's music can do.  Sharp, jagged memories needle her awake.  Only the calm of those blue eyes and the softness of the clouds she rests amongst lulled her this long.  She awake to hear the shower going.  She is immediately confused as she lives alone.  Ok, so her cat was there, but no one who would use a shower.  Her eyes spring open and she takes in the monochrome colors of black and white throughout the space.  She stuck out like a sore thumb with that bright yellow vest that was the store uniform.  She looked down and it hung in shreds.  Her clothes were not exactly what she would call... there.  Falling, being shot at, having fire too close to her, frag shots and all the other ado, it was amazing she lived at all.  Some questions assault her brain like the firing squad on crack.<br/><br/>"Where am I?  Who am I with?  How do I get my hands on a bed like this?  But maybe some color... red possibly...   What the HELL HAPPENED????  Why me?  Who were all those people?  not just names but WHO???  Who shoots fire, ice, air, water whatnot from themselves without the joys of specially made weapons?  Why me?  I'm no one special?"<br/><br/>Her confusion lies in the simple, mundane life she leads.  She lives alone with her cat.  She works too hard for not enough money or credit.  She is mainly ignored, unseen by those who actually live life.  She hasn't had a date in longer than she dare to think about.  She has no family that she knows of, her family history being a bit sketchy.  She was raised by her mother alone.  The mother took ill with an illness that takes forever to actually claim a life but a fortune to diagnose or manage.  Her mother never really did tell her about her father or grandparents.  She just lived a nothing life in a nothing town in the middle of nowhere.<br/><br/>She begins to climb from bed, trying to piece together all the fragments of thought and memory.  Her feet touch the floor as she rolls of the massive fluff of comfort.  She finds something solid, plants her feet and begins to rise.  She takes a step and tries to stabalize herself as her head begins to assert itself.  Less painful, less dizzy, less confusion, but not completely right yet.  She falls to the floor, grabbing anything for balance.  She got a hold of something, but it was not grounded and it went tumbling to the floor and is no longer whole.  Pieces around her.  She lays a hand on her arm and closes her eyes, letting the darkness claim her momentarily as her head fights against the urge to sleep.