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sleep?" my husband asked in a sympathetic
tone. We both knew if she said yes, in the
morning she would get yet another lecture
about being careful about what she put in
her brain before it rested.

"No!" she wailed.

She apparently remembered those early
lectures too.

"Then what caused this?" I asked.

"I donТt know! " she said and burst into
sobs again. I cradled her against me, but
she didnТt loosen her grip on my husbandТs
hands.

"After his blood floated, what happened,
baby?" my husband asked.

"Someone grabbed me," she said against my
gown. "And pulled me away from him. I
didnТt want to go."

"And then what?" My husbandТs voice was
still soft.

"I woke up," she said, and her breath
hitched.

I put my hand on her head and pulled her
closer. "ItТs all right, sweetheart," I
said. "It was just a dream."

"But it was so real," she said.

"YouТre here now," my husband said. "Right
here. In your room. And weТre right here
with you."

"I donТt want to go back to sleep," she
said. "Do I have to?"

"Yes," I said, knowing it was better for
her to sleep than be afraid of it. "Tell
you what, though. IТll program House to
tell you a soothing story, with a bit of
music and maybe a few moving images. What
do you say?"