"Oh, I think she's coming around."

The familiar voice seeped through cotton candy clouds flecked with chocolate sprinkles. From somewhere, a stomach growled. Pretty sure it was mine, but everything was still a little fuzzy.

"Well, maybe..."

That was Boxy. I thought I felt his hand in mine, but my arms felt detached from the rest of me. So did my legs. And my head. Wow, that was some image to gain consciousness to.

"Here," I muttered as though I were answering ...