She was there.  She was there all right, and she never knew why.  All before was just a blur now.  "Whatever happened last night, it must of been a dream.  It wasn't real," she thought to herself.  Then she realized that her metal prosthetic arm was still there.  "Well, that's one piece of evidence that says yesterday was true."  But it couldn't be.  It just couldn't.  With the cord going directly to her heart giving her nutrients, the many IV's she had on her one real arm, and the breathing tube she had that went on her nose, it just couldn't be.  There was no way it was true.

Or was there?