Now her dreamscape has become crowded as Grant drifts in once more. He seems to be wearing a white lab coat like the others. He settles beside her and takes her hand
"Ally, it's going to be okay. I'm going to be here for you."
Grant, why are you here? Do you really give a damn about me?
She wants to talk to him, but the words aren't working. Why is this happening?
Don't let them give you more medications, she tells herself. Get your mind back and get out of here.
[Chapter 33]
Friday, April 10
8:45 p.m.
Ellen O'Hara had not left after the day shift ended at six p.m. Instead, she had told Dr. Van de Vliet that she wanted to reorganize some of the NIH paper files she kept in her office on the first floor. The truth was, she had become convinced that the culmination of something deeply evil was scheduled for later that night.