Mitch's first sensation upon waking was a surreal feeling of floating. It brought with it a considerable wave of nausea, forcing a moan from him and making him curl into a ball. He cupped his hands over his face, holding his breath through the nausea and taking stock of his body. It didn't feel like anything was broken, but each breath made him wince, and his entire body was very sore. He could wiggle his toes, nothing broken... But he didn't expect to be any colour but black and blue after the impact. He didn't even have the heart to consider why he wasn't dead. 

Eerie singing made him open his eyes, squinting around painfully as even the ambient light in the fog felt too bright for him to handle. He brought a hand up to absently touch his old bruise-
And froze. 
His hand was all wrong. The colour was way off - his skin was a dark grey, like a picture in negative colour, and then converted to lack and white. Upon further inspection, his entire body looked like this, even down to the locks of hair in his eyes, nearly glowing white where black hair should have been. The most disturbing aspect, however, was that no matter what part he looked at, he could see right through to the ground around him. Like looking through swirling smoke. 

Mitch stumbled to his feet, patting himself up and down and pacing. He felt like he was totally solid to his own hands, but he somehow lacked the weight he was used to. There was almost no pressure beneath his feet, and he felt nearly weightless. The memory of his costume at Savarina's party came to mind; he'd half-assedly thrown together a bedsheet with 'Boo' written on the front as a ghost costume. He'd also taken it off about half an hour into the party. But that couldn't possibly affect him now, could it? And where the hell was he anyway?

His thoughts were interrupted by some desperate calls. It was Sav's voice, somewhere in the mist. Thank God, he'd thought he was alone here. 
"Sav!" He called, running toward her voice, "Is anyone else awake?" 

Another voice sounded, this one unmistakeable. "Miriam?!" He called, changing course to find her. He lost his balance and fell, catching himself on his hands and knees. The weightless feeling was messing with him. He felt like he'd just gotten off a trampoline, but somehow in reverse.