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if he were working up the courage to ask the delicious question: “So what happened?”
    â€œI woke as Mikil, lieutenant to Thomas of Hunter. She and I wrote in a book that has power to bring life from words, narrowly survived an attack by the Horde, and found safe haven in a cavern after blocking our escape route. I finally fell into an exhausted sleep and woke up here.”
    Hearing herself summarize, a buzz rode down her neck. She’d played both doubter and believer over the last two weeks with Thomas, and she wasn’t sure which was easier.
    â€œNo wounds.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou don’t have any wounds or anything to prove your experiences like Thomas did.”
    True.
    â€œHave you heard news?” she asked.
    â€œNot particularly, no.” He blinked and looked away. “The world is going to hell, quite literally. The great equalizer that most of us knew would eventually get loose finally has. I just can’t believe how fast it’s all happening.”
    â€œThe virus? Equalizing as in it’s no respecter of persons. The president is as vulnerable as the homeless bum in the alley. And why are you still so interested in dreams, Doctor? You said you were infected, right? You have ten days to live like the rest of us. Shouldn’t you be with your family?”
    â€œMy work is my family, dear. I did manage to ingest dangerous levels of alcohol when the whole thing first sank in about a week ago. But I’ve since decided to spend my last days fussing over my first love.”
    â€œPsychology.”
    â€œI intend to die in her arms.”
    â€œThen let me give you a suggestion from one who’s seen beyond her own mind, Doctor. Talk to your priest. There’s more to all of this than your eyes can see or your instruments record.”
    â€œYou’re a religious person?” he asked.
    â€œNo. But Mikil is.”
    â€œThen maybe I should talk to this Mikil of yours.”
    Kara glanced at the bench where she remembered last seeing Thomas’s blood sample. It was gone.
    â€œDon’t worry; it’s safely stored.”
    â€œI . . . I need it.”
    â€œNot without a court order. It stays with me. You’re welcome here anytime. Which reminds me, Secretary Merton Gains called about an hour ago.”
    â€œGains?” The nuclear crisis! “What did he say?”
    â€œHe wanted to know if we had reached any conclusion here.”
    â€œWhat did you tell him? Why didn’t you wake me?”
    â€œI had to be sure. Some subjects require an unusual amount of time to enter REM. I woke you as soon as I was confident.”
    Kara started toward the door, suddenly frantic. She had to find Thomas or Monique, dead or alive. But how? And the blood . . .
    She turned back. “Doctor, please, you have to give me his blood. He’s my brother! The world is in a crisis here, and I—”
    â€œGains was quite clear,” he said. “We can’t afford to lose control. He seemed to suggest that this was a possibility, a threat from the inside.”
    A mole?
    â€œIn the White House?”
    â€œHe didn’t say. I’m a psychologist, not an intelligence officer.”
    â€œFine. What did you tell him about me?”
    â€œThat you weren’t dreaming. Which probably means you were experiencing the same thing your brother did. He wants you to call him immediately.”
    She stared at him, then strode for the desk phone. “Now you tell me.”
    Bancroft shrugged. “Yes, well, I have a lot on my mind. I’m going to die in ten days, did I tell you?”

    Bright light stabbed her eyes. Sunlight. Or was it something else? Maybe that light from beyond. Maybe she’d died from the Raison Strain and was now floating above her body, drifting toward the great white light in the sky.
    She blinked. There was pressure on her chest, something biting into her collarbone. Her breathing came hard. No pain