She wasn't a hero. She wouldn't mind if she were, of course - it was no secret that she occasionally imagined herself the heroine of some fantasy romance, some tale where the power to save the way awoke from her mundane everyday life. But that was fantasy, after all.
Life wasn't like that.
So when the decidedly fantastical event of the world suddenly being rendered in greyscale, as if some villain had suddenly stolen all color from the world, happened, she was torn with a moment of elation that finally, finally something out of the ordinary had happened. But the incident didn't come accompanied by any sudden revelations of a previous life, or with the development of some mysterious color-inducing powers, or really much of anything at all.
Life simply went on, as it always had.