And the real world crashed back in as if she’d had a blindfold removed, black then light. Her eyes spiked pain, and a deep thudding cut across her temple. Crash logs scrolled through her view as colored blurs aggregated to recognizable objects; her consciousness was fractured, out of phase as if she were blackout drunk. She tried to move but couldn’t, the blurred colors swirling around her like paint spiraling down a drain.