Ianto blinked myopically; he was almost certain the sky wasn’t supposed to be that particular deep green colour. Turning his head slightly, he could see trees a short distance away, their pink trunks topped by lush blue foliage.
On the third attempt, he managed to get one hand far enough off the ground to rub his eyes and promptly punched himself in the left one. His coordination seemed to be a bit off.
“Why’s the sky green?”
“Green? Huh. Looks blue to me, but it smells like chips! I think when that thing exploded, it scrambled our senses.”