Death: darkness, loneliness, nothingness.

That was what Grace had been expecting, her last memory that of the Pandora forest canopy above her head, bleeding out from her stomach, and yet... here she was.

She awoke with a start like she had been dreaming, taking her a few moments to adjust to her surroundings, only to realise she was... in a bed?

It was warm and soft, the lights out though she could see the faint outlines of a cozy room, but the box structure just made it feel almost constructed.

The faint ticking of a clock was one of only two noises in the foreign bedroom, the other being the soft breathing of a body beside her...

You.

Confused and disorientated, she pushed herself up to sit, eyes fixed on your sleeping form, only to realise she was wearing a nightdress.

What was going on?