Crickets. Who thought it would ever be so good to hear the chirping of crickets? The first thing heard after the world seemingly ended for this particular group of people was the soft sounds of a lake... waves caused by a cold wind lapping against the shore - against their feet. Laying in a strange array - sprawled about like explosion survivors - they slowly stirred into the waking world. A purple sundown. Bit of an odd sight, but it was better than no sundown at all. Compared to the orange-red sundowns of the planet Earth, the regal sundown of wherever they are know leaves... something to be desired. Something missing, though it might be hard to put one's finger on. A fish jumps out in the lake. The act is simple, one of everyday occurrence, though the ripples it causes spread slowly throughout the entire small body of water. You awake.