Waking up is far more difficult than she remembers it being in a very long time. The strange ground beneath her is the first clue that things aren't as they're supposed to be, pieces of something tugging at her hair and scratching her skin as she shifts slowly, trying to get her hands beneath her even as she struggles to open her eyes. Everything in her feels heavy, thoughts weighed down as much as her body, and it's only at the outcry that she comes crashing out of the fog and fully into waking.

"Knock Out?" Her words come out slightly slurred as she looks around blearily, catching sight of him above the— the corn stalks? No, that... That doesn't make a lick of sense. Virginia didn't have corn, not like this anyway. And he lived in Nevada, which definitely didn't have corn like this. "Sugar, what's going on?"

Are they dreaming? Is this some weird side effect of the nanites, or some other strange goings-on from the Porter? She'd learned to take things in stride since arriving on that odd version of Earth but even this is beginning to push things past her level of easy acceptance.