It's dark. It's so dark that she can't see but she feels, not with her hands, but with her mind. She finds an indent in her mind, dark against the black, and holds on for dear life. She doesn't know why but she feels like something horrible will happen if she lets go.
And she finds another handhold, pulling herself forwards and forwards back into the light.
When she opens her eyes again it is light, the kind of light that blinds her after so much darkness and the eyes that she sees in the mirror are ringed with silver.