"Good night, Kara. Sleep as well as you can," Max said. Then he added something about someone being a fool— the red car driver, probably— but he sounded like Kyle.
For the rest of that disturbed night, Kara tossed and turned on the other side of what seemed no thicker than a cardboard partition wall. She could hear Max tossing and turning too.
She must have fallen asleep, but she dreamed that the door had opened and Max had come in. She opened her eyes - she wasn't dreaming. Doctor Max was standing in the doorway of her room, fully dressed, thrusting out his left hand and pointing at his wristwatch.
"Come on, Kara. It's after nine. You have just time to grab some coffee, and we'll be on our way," he said.
He was a totally different person from the tender, concerned man of the previous
