[After an unmeasured moment, though, the pulling stops. There is the growing feeling of something in the space with her, a presence and pressure. Slowly she starts to feel more as if she has a physical form again, although senses still are fairly meaningless.

She can feel the presence consider something for a moment, before she "hears" something that speaks to her in a voice much like her own, but obviously not hers.

Who.. are you?]