Morgan woke with a jerk, sitting upright in bed and dislodging Misty, who had camped out by her hip. She had been dreaming, and the dream was at the point where it could turn good or bad, when she jarred awake by a loud noise coming through the open window. She was disoriented for a moment and looked around, trying to get her bearings. She was startled when she saw the shimmering form of Meredith sitting in a chair by the door to the widow"s walk.
"You"re still here?" Morgan asked.
"Yes, you were too upset for me to leave you, and I didn"t like the fact that Cora just disappeared from our view. Of course, your having her swallowed up by the mist didn"t help."
"We have already been over that. It was an automatic reaction. Self-preservation, if you will. I never thought to watch where she
