M. Sharon Brown woke suddenly. She woke not realizing any time had passed five seconds ago, she had been driving a hovercraft directly toward a very large cargo ship, of the floating sort. She came to terms with her death as completely as she really could, with only five seconds to ponder it, the huge ship floating for a head-on collision, her hovercraft having a pop-off lid that was currently popped off, leaving her with no protection but for the glass windshield in front of her face.
Understandably, she was more than a tad bit confused when she woke up, feeling only a little off, but otherwise completely okay.
Upon opening her eyes, she discovered that something about the color of the world looked just a bit... off. After a few seconds to adjust to the event of light, she realized she that the odd quilt, made out of several shades of grey and black instead of being colorful like most quilts, was on an oddly grey wall, and was hanging behind a light gr