[color=7ea7d8]"Owwwww..."[/color]

Rose hurt.  All over.  On the other hand, this grass she face-planted in was probably the best-smelling grass she had ever encountered.  This was good, because she didn't think she could move right now.  It would have been terrible to be lying face-down, unable to move, in grass that smelled like manure.  It was warm, too--another good thing.  The giant blue man that kidnapped her had felt like a block of ice... and when she bit his arm to make him let go, he tasted like frozen gym socks.  Yuck.

The woman couldn't really remember much.  It was a blur.  A wall crashing in; a giant blue arm wrapping around her shoulders; a lot of kicking and screaming and a kaleidoscope of liquid colors, and then falling for a very long time.  Come to think of it, she really ought to be dead.  Maybe she was.  Honestly, she'd expected the Hereafter to be a little more shiny... and a lot less painful.

She eventually found the strength to sit up, though it hurt like hell.  The grass around her was smushed into a person-shaped indent, rather reminiscent of a crime scene body outline.  She looked up, but could find no indication as to where she'd fallen from.  She looked around.  There were buildings all around, at once ancient and futuristic; there were carefully-tended trees in planters, and flowers she couldn't name growing in boxes and rows.  Maybe this was some kind of park.

[color=7ea7d8]"...Hello?"[/color] she called, her voice echoing around the empty space.  [color=7ea7d8]"Is anyone out there?  Where am I?"[/color]