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either. The woman had
long black hair and a dark complexion that could have been Hispanic or Native
American, but her features looked like neither. She didn’t look old – late
twenties or early thirties, maybe – but something about her said ‘old’ to
Christine. The woman’s eyes were sightless solid white orbs. That would have
normally creeped the crap out of Christine – and immediately made her feel
terribly guilty for feeling that way – but in the dream she wasn’t all that
bothered by it.
    “Uh, hello?” Christine said dubiously.
    “I am very sorry to intrude in your mind
like this, but I’m afraid this is the only chance we’ll have to talk,” the
woman said. She was smiling, but it was a sad smile. “My name is Cassandra. It
is nice to meet you, Christine.”
    “Nice to meet you. Am I going insane? Are
you going to be the imaginary friend I talk to when the meds wear off at the
happy place with the padded walls? Or did I die when I was puking my guts out?
If I’m dead, are you an angel?” Whenever she felt nervous or uncomfortable –
and this was a twofer – Christine either talked too much or shut down
completely.
    Cassandra started to say something but
the voice coming from above came back. “What are you doing here? This is a
restricted…” There was a sharp metallic sound, and the voice was cut off.
    “Fuck, Danny, why did you go and shoot
her?” a man’s voice came in.
    “I thought you said everybody was going
to clear out before we got here.” Another male voice, snarling, angry and
scary. “Somebody fucked up. Not my problem. No fucking witnesses, capisce ?
Just grab the bitch and let’s go.”
    “I’m sorry,” Cassandra said. “This is
going to be unpleasant.”
    Christine was still trying to figure out
what the hell the woman was talking about when she felt rough hands grabbing
her. She jumped at the touch, but she couldn’t see anybody. It was terrifying.
A sharp stinging pain on her arm followed, kind of like the last time she donated
blood, but much more painful. She looked down and saw blood running from a
puncture, right where an IV needle would go. “What’s happening to me?”
    “Some bad men are taking you from your
hospital room. It’s my fault. Your physical body is unconscious. Unfortunately,
contacting you mentally has raised your awareness enough to experience what is
happening around you. Help is on the way, however.”
    “What..?”
    More outside sounds. Another man’s voice.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” More sharp metallic noises. Gunshots? They
didn’t sound loud enough, but she thought that’s what they were.
    Christine was thrown face down on the
bed, and realized all of a sudden that she was wearing a hospital gown.
Somebody was holding her arms behind her back. There was a tearing sound and
she felt clingy tape burning her skin, being wrapped tightly around her arms
and legs, over and over, binding them together. More tape covered her mouth, her
eyes. She couldn’t see, couldn’t talk. She felt a sharp flare of pain as
someone jabbed a needle on her backside. She screamed, but the sound was
muffled by all the tape over her mouth.
    “Christine.” Cassandra’s voice was firm.
“Look at me.”
    She couldn’t look at anybody, her eyes
were taped shut! But a second later she found herself back in her bed, no
longer bound and gagged. Cassandra was sitting on the bed, holding Christine’s
hand. She could still feel the tape on her skin, but she could move, see…
    Talk? “I’m so going to freak the frak out
if you don’t tell me what’s going on!” Christine shouted. Maybe this was a
hallucination her brain was making up while in the real world her body was
being abused by murderous strangers. Or the whole thing was some delusion and
she had finally gone out of her effing gourd. “Freaking out right now!”
    Cassandra squeezed her hand. “Please
believe me, child. You will be all right. I have seen that much, if