Miranda emerged from murky nightmares: the cawing of a crow and demonic laughter. Her room had the strange faint light of dawn: everything gray, the light absorbing color, rather than illuminating.
Jimmy Fels floated above her bed, glowing. She wanted to cry out. She wanted to take her battered body up to meet and merge with him.
He held three fingers up.
Miranda drifted back into a dreamless slumber.
