He was lying bound and gagged on a cold concrete floor. Frank was swinging blows at his head with a hammer – the pain was excruciating. He was going to hammer Reuben into unconsciousness then throw him in the river. From a distance, an auburn- haired vision in a floating white dress glided towards him. As she drew nearer, she reached down into her cleavage, whipped out a pistol and pointed it at Frank. Thank God, Lucy was going to save him.
Hold on, that was all wrong, he was supposed to be saving her! Stop it this minute! Stop this dream!
He jerked his eyes open. A wooden table leg swam into his vision. He looked around him. He was sprawled on the threadbare carpet, not much more comfortable than concrete, though thankfully not bound and gagged. And the hammering was still inside his he
