Blur. The world was a blur. Shapes blended into one another, sounds were muffled. She could remember soaring above the mountains, ice and wind pelting her. Tiredness. And then falling down, down, down...
Tori's eyes snapped open suddenly.
She appeared to be tucked into a bed, in a completely unfamiliar room. From where she was lying, she could see a window, a mirror, some drawers, and a cabinet. Through the window she could see a row of old-looking stores, and beyond, a sandy beach. Tori tried to rise up, though her limbs were quite sore and doing so was difficult. So she just turned her head and flinched in alarm when she saw a young boy sitting by the bed, watching her carefully.
"Buongiorno," the boy said quietly. Tori simply stared, alarmed as to why she was in this stranger's house. She couldn't remember anything, aside from her name. Was this young lad friend or foe? She ducked her head under the covers, feeling slightly nervous. The boy frowned at this and said something in a language Tori couldn't quite understand. Was it Italian? It sounded so. But she was too nervous to exit the covers.