Maeve floated on a sea of fever. Sometimes she woke to be dimly aware of the faces around her - Maggie Bain spooning liquid into her mouth - Anna Levy wiping her brow, Rose Docherty gently sponging her body, and Danny, Kate and Finola hovering…hovering…and real enough to touch. In her wavering dreams her father and mother would be there - smiling and healthy in the family home. Or sometimes whole crowds of vaguely known characters would parade in and out of her strange world - until once in a terrifying vision she found herself fighting off Mark Harris, her struggles only subsiding when she felt Danny hold her tight and whisper that she was safe. Days and nights followed each other seamlessly - glimmers of light around the blind in the darkened room gleaming yellow, grey, shading to blue,
