Without understand that she had some how reconstituted, the gun-wielding woman found herself several feet beyond the park bench. She was still seated and her arm, gun still in hand, outstretched as if ready to pull the trigger.
With no time to react, she fell backward on you her butt and back. The sudden loss of gravity was violent, and she struck the back of her head hard on a partially buried stone near the base of a maple tree.
Her vision swirled and her consciousness slipped. She woke in a black space, no walls, no ceiling and no floor.
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