The sight was very blurry for Grell, but all she could see was a wall of blue. She looked up at Marco, dazed. Something warm was trickling near her eyebrow, but for the afterlife of her, she couldn't figure it out. Words were heard, but responding seemed more of a chore than necessary. She did want to ask what he said, but...

She settled for trying to get up. It seemed like Grell was just grasping for air. Where the Hell was the ground?!