Jane realized that at the moment of implosion she had likely blacked out, or just a moment before it in an attempt to escape.

It was dark, black-ink dark. She heard the unmistakeable beat of a heart--her heart? She sensed she was moving, in the way of the free-floating flight of a butterfly. Her legs were curled up to her chest and she laughed with disdain at the thought that she would have been sent back into the womb.

It was familiar and not all that strange and as she stretched, her arms naturally fell into pockets of space. Her feet, ankles, then knees did the same.

She felt as if she'd just dressed in herself.