I tried the second. Locked. I took a deep breath and tried the second.“Damn!” I cursed, as I found that it was locked as well. I was just about to...go get a hammer to smash the drawers open, when I noticed a gleam of silver in a pile of clothes in the corner of the room. I walked over and to my surprise I found a small key! Terri must have really been in a hurry that morning. Praising my luck, I fell to my knees and placed the key into the keyhole of the first drawer.With a quiet click, the key. I don’t remember undressing, or running the water. The bathroom window is open wide. Outside the sun is setting. The bathroom is orange, then red. There is a mirror on the ceiling, in my dream. (In the waking world, there is no mirror; but this is a dream.) The mirror is misted by condensation but I can make out my reflection. It’s warped and indistinct like an impressionist painting. A small pale girl. A splash of dark paint around her head to symbolise her hair. A smaller splash at her. It's a slug. The shot will take care of all of what we'll most likely see, but, if push comes to shove, ya got it for insurance. Who knows. We might see a bear, but most of them are cowards. They run if they hear us, unless ya git between a mama and her cubs. THEY can give ya a hard time in a hurry. Only thing that's really dangerous is a cougar. They'll jump ya' and give ya a good going over unless ya can kill 'em first. Just watch me. I growed up around these critters, and know how they work.. “Ah, Major Miller! I hardly noticed it! True, you’re using the original artifact so I can’t see through you.”Lucas nodded with a satisfied expression when he realized who the man was. Looking at May’s face, however, his cold expression returned and he said.“Who hit her?”The tall, strong man was speechless. So far, he hasn’t even been able to speak properly, he was still trying to process Lucas’ presence in that place and soothe his anxious feelings in his heart.“Colonel Price...”When he started.