Jess returned home almost joyful and smiled for the first time in many days. The doctor admitted that she was in relative order, and after the weekend the girl was going to go to work in order to reintegrate into her old life, forgetting about everything. The details of the frighteningly realistic dream gradually faded from her mind, and by evening it was just another nightmare in her memory.

At the hospital, she was prescribed stronger sedatives and sleeping pills after learning that Jess was having sleep and nerve problems.

“You have a concussion, Miss Malone,” said Dr. Stuart M. Hederson slowly, arms folded across his stomach, a stocky, aged...