Olivia wiped the sand that she had just spread across her arm as her spoke. His argument was valid, and when he spoke made the metaphor between this place and the darkness between the stars Olivia completely understood. Part of her wanted to be exhilarated by these words, but she was far too logical, skeptical, and afraid to accept this odd fact just yet. She tried to rid herself of the sand that was sticking to her, but it really made no difference right now. To become clean she would need to be completely dry. Settled on the idea that she couldn't compose herself anymore than her current state she looked back up at the man.
Now he was talking about the strangeness of her recovery, and that she could agree with. He continued to speak, and everything was slowly making connections. Thomas asked many questions, making her realize her surroundings and how truly strange they actually were. Yes, there were no fish or birds or any kind of animal noises. It was dreary, and unusually silent. Two things she wouldn't put with a beach shore.
Olivia was squeezing out her hair when Thomas asked the last question. She stopped for a moment and tried hard to remember. "I was... I was in an ambulance. But not injured I was the responding doctor." She said quietly. That memory, however, was at least 5 or 10 minutes before the crash and probably close to 15 minutes before she went unconscious.
Then suddenly, like walking into a brick wall, everything made sense.
"Oh God." Olivia muttered. Olivia was not one to panic, obviously since she was a trauma surgeon, but it was all building up. "Oh no, no, no." The man had said that she wasn't dead, so there was really only one other solution.
"I'm in a coma."