Smith woke to sunlight streaming into her eyes, and the smell of cool, open air, and of course the feel of it too. Rocky earth beneath her, rough stone at her back where she reclined up against sheer mountainside. And beyond, the wide vista of an island laid out like so many playthings. Shit. Smith decided then that she must be dreaming, and if she only closed her eyes, she'd wake. Or at least start dreaming of something less vivid. After several minutes of that not working, she decided she must have been drugged and kidnapped, except that made even less sense. Finally, she decided, clinically and distantly, that she'd clearly had a mental breakdown and this was some kind of delusion. The only answer that remotely fit, even if she'd never thought herself so fragile. A low rumble of earth vibrated beneath her. Well that was mildly concerning.