Allison opened her eyes to find herself still on the floor, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. She raised her arm to bang again, but couldn’t lift more than an inch before dropping it. Trying again, and again, she achieved no better results. Her eyelids began to get heavy, and she didn’t have enough strength to even stop them from closing. She woke up again, blinded by the sunlight coming through the window, but unable to cover her eyes with anything more than her lids. Vaguely aware of someone shaking her, Allison opened her eyes in time to see Emma, dimly lit by orange light, before closing them again. White light enveloped her and turned to blackness.