The sound of rain was the first thing to be noticed. Was this a tin shed? It pittered on some overhead surface in a steady rhythm. The rain was really falling tonight. Whenever tonight was. There'd been dreams. Lucid dreams. People being shot at. People killed. Tiffany was surely dead. Was Wanda ok? Were any of them? Then it hit. This achy feeling. "Why can't I move?" That was the next thought. Followed by, "Where am I?".

Kari opened her eyes cautiously. Well. Eye. Her left eye seemed to not want to cooperate.
Luckily, she'd been raised in farm country. As dainty as she looked, she was no stranger to pain. This was certainly next level though. It felt like someone had caved in the left side of her head.

"Glad to see you're still with us.", She attempted to find the source of the voice though she'd know it anywhere.

"Del! How did you end up in this mess?" She spoke slowly. It was as if her words were balanced and any sudden move could knock them over.

"Firstly, it might be best you hold still. You're an impressive woman, Kari. From the looks of it, the hit you took would've taken out a full sized man. With the exception of your left eye, you've been healing nicely. I will answer every question you have when you're...