"You haven't died. You don't know what it's like." She takes another step back, and then another. Suddenly, the tears are nonexistent, because she's more confused than anything else. "Dirk, my ankles feel cold..."

Looking down, there's no reason why they should be; they look normal, as usual. She takes another step and trips over absolutely nothing. There's a shriek as Jade falls backward. Her dreamself disappears as it hits the ground.