Rosemary couldn't feel, couldn't see, hell, she couldn't even hear.

Either where she was currently at was really dark, or she couldn't see. The same went for the current lack of any sound, it was nearly silent. She could hear the faint hum of what maybe have been an air conditioner, or maybe it was something else. It felt like her ears were packed full of so much stuffing, it might as well have been filling her entire head!

There wasn't any sensation Rosemary could recognize either. There wasn't even the sensation of pins and needles. Just nothing. Absolute nothingness, and it was rather off-putting because she was always used to feeling something. The comfortable fabric of her ever favorite sweaters, the solidness of a paintbrush, or the easing touch of a family member.

But now there was nothing.

So, Rosemary waited. Waited so long in fact, she wasn't even sure if she was alive anymore–she hadn't felt the beating of her heart in much too long. Eventually though, she felt her sight returning to her. Blurry and dark as it was, she was definitely seeing now at the least. Just what her eyes were showing her was unclear though.

Eventually she came to recognize just where she was. The realization came as a surprise though. She wasn't in her bed, which meant this wasn't a dream, and she definitely wasn't in a hospital bed or maybe even an ambulance. She...well...she was backstage at Bon's Burgers?

Rosemary'd been back here a few times, so she recognized the place after a moment. At least she was someplace familiar, thank God for that. Still, she couldn't do much of anything, so she waited. And waited...

...and waited.

And then, she could feel.

Feel how the parts inside of her didn't feel like they should; feel how her skin didn't quite feel like her own. How she felt as if she was bleeding. Rosemary didn't see any blood, so why where these the things she was feeling? She didn't know what was going on, she was scared...

...she wasn't Rosemary anymore.