[ She can't see or feel much beyond the white cold at first, as though she's been encased in ice. It's beautiful, at least, and the cold eventually can settle into that weary numbness that she remembers.
When it dawns on her that she can breathe normally, Vanessa stirs in confusion. Someone's holding her. Who would be holding her here? There was only one who was ever friendly.
Her head rolls to the side while she murmurs as though picking up the middle of a conversation. ]
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When it dawns on her that she can breathe normally, Vanessa stirs in confusion. Someone's holding her. Who would be holding her here? There was only one who was ever friendly.
Her head rolls to the side while she murmurs as though picking up the middle of a conversation. ]
Is it night or day?