11After a quiet, evening in which Christy refused to budge from her room, but Yvonne snuggled closer than usual, Millson settled down to his Friday morning task of sermon-writing. The moment he placed his fingers on the keyboard the phone rang.
"Reverend Millson?"
"Yes."
"This is Doctor Rothstein."
"Oh yes, Doctor, how are you?"
"I'm fine, but I'm not so sure about our mutual friend. He had a recurrence of his problem last night. Um, I called to ask if you... had any... felt anything... It's not unusual when a patient is having a ... preternatural experience that his body gives off certain impulses which could affect room temperature, atmospheric density..."
"You felt it too, huh?" Millson asked, relieved.
"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that one in close proximity to
