With some effort, though in far less agony than you'd expected from a fall that long, you force yourself into a seated position.
This isn't where you were when the vision took you, if you're even out of the vision now. This is a clearing: a large ring of trees in the forest, surrounding a patch of bright green grass that, had this not been a forest that had made several spirited attempts to kill you, would be quite pleasant.
There's a groan from beside you, and you turn, ready to run or throw a punch, depending on whichever seems the most appropriate.
It's a girl, lying in a heap next to you, wearing a red blazer. A tangle of dark hair covers her face, but you've got a suspicion that you could still put a name to it.
"Grace?"
She springs to her feet, scrambling away from you. Terror widens a pair of angular eyes as she stares this way and that, searching for an escape.
You climb to your feet as well, desperate to stop her from running.