Blue suddenly gasped and jolted awake. But even though the nightmare had felt so real, what greeted her wide gaze was hardly what she'd expected. Instead of cold sterile containment cells, ordinary seeming wallpaper surrounded a room which she finally came to realize was a bedroom, not the hospital room where she last recalled being conscious.

...where...?

Olfactory senses kicked in then, and she scented Omega, close, and then Dr. Gwen's familiar fragrance, and finally, Owen, thank God. Her stiff muscles relaxed and she took a deep breath, feeling as weak as a day-old kitten. But she was here, she was awake, and there wasn't a nightmare waiting in the shadows, too ready to devour her whole once again.

Instructing her arm to move actually worked; Blue reached out, turning her eyes to see a fuzzy dark shape nearby. She licked her lips several times, but managed to speak somewhat coherently after the third try. "...O...mega...?"