She’d stood there awhile. How long, she couldn’t determine, but long enough that she should have remembered. Long enough she should have known where she was, or at least, what she was looking at.
Her vision cleared. Her mind allowed what was in front of her to be seen, transitioning her from the far-away stare she’d held for some indeterminate amount of time.
A house on fire.
At least, she thought it had been a house. So long and hot the fire had raged the structure had fallen in on itself in a spray of sparks and ash and muted thunder, some filthy chemical smell underlying the homey campfire scent of the burn.
The collapse had brought her attention from the nether.
She turned her hands over, checking both sides, then her arms, for signs of injury. She touched her face, felt for pain
