The darkness began to fade and surroundings came to her. She was in a forest but… everything was too green. The trees, the grass, everything was too green to be true. It was as if the best fertilizer ever had been sprayed on everything to make it this way. She slowly took in her surroundings. The trees were American, nothing she'd ever seen in India and the sky was different too. The color was right but the clouds were wrong. There were no tire track looking streaks, no airplane shaped clouds, just masses of white cotton ball fluffs. She decided that somehow she was dreaming and began to try to move. Pain swept through her and she… collapsed? Why were her wheels not working and landing gear not staying straight? She looked down to see two long tube-like structures sticking straight out of her, that wasn't right. She turned around to see a long rope like thing sticking out and trailing behind her. But the weirdest thing there was that her paint didn't gleam. Instead, her paint looked frayed like thin carpet strings and it was not the sunset colors it used to be. Now it was a goldenrod color and the rope had an almost auburn tip. Her head swirled for a minute before fainting…