Emma opened her eyes finally after much struggle, and sat up quickly on her bed.

“What the hell…” She whispered vehemently, rubbing her eyes intermittently with her hand.

“What the hell had just happened?” She repeated, as she tried to make sense of what she was feeling. Her thoughts were all the more jumbled, that she was trying so much to make sense out of them.

She held her bent over head in her palms, trying to remember, trying to know if whatever had happened ...