"How's it goin' out there?" Lydia called out. She wasn't sure, but it seemed like there was just a little bit of light penetrating the darkness in the room where she'd been trapped for what seemed like forever. "Did ya find the paintbrushes? Did it w-OOF!!" And suddenly, she found herself, in one piece and in glorious, living COLOR, landing flat on her face on the floor of the local bookstore!
"Hey, what's the big idea?" she shouted, rolling over and rubbing her head. Then, sitting up slowly, she took in her surroundings.
"Hey, Sheila? 'Zat you? And the doctor and TIM and all our new people? You mean I'm BACK??"