[The sound of crying was the first thing she woke to. Although... 'woke' might have been the wrong word. Something about the weightlessness of her body, the sluggishness of her sense, implied that maybe she wasn't awake at all.]
[The darkness was actually familiar to her, in a way - something that she herself dealt with often. And the crying... it brought back her own memories. Voices overlapping, asking to be saved. His pain... which was now her own. Concern lanced through her as she looked around. How best to move here?]
"Hello?" [A whisper, as though she was afraid of frightening whoever was here. Some tentative steps, as she learned to move in the inky dark, before she found a familiar shape.] "Arrakis, is that you?"
3. Nightmare (Oh no, is it ok to respond to this too? It's too tempting T.T))
[The darkness was actually familiar to her, in a way - something that she herself dealt with often. And the crying... it brought back her own memories. Voices overlapping, asking to be saved. His pain... which was now her own. Concern lanced through her as she looked around. How best to move here?]
"Hello?" [A whisper, as though she was afraid of frightening whoever was here. Some tentative steps, as she learned to move in the inky dark, before she found a familiar shape.] "Arrakis, is that you?"