She was caught in the gentle pitch and roll of some calm, unrelenting tide. Her body felt weightless and disconnected from her mind, lolling around while she struggled to make sense of where she was. The ocean? Yes, it could be that—it took only a little imagination to feel the grit of sand against her cheek, feel the rush of water lapping, smell the crisp salt air. A gull wheeled and cawed overhead, its pitch a high, mournful cry. 