I had avoided going into Georgia’s bedroom. At least, I assumed it was the place where she slept. It was different than any of the other rooms in th... house, partly in that it was a mess. The sheets were rumpled, there were clothes on the floor. I had to discipline myself to stop and take inventory of my surroundings. After the pristine sterility of the rest of the house, this room was overwhelming to the senses.At the top of the stairs were three doors—left, right, and straight ahead. Georgia’s. Beverly had long since given up on the psychiatrist and stopped seeing her, although her lessons in controlling the dreams had helped her lead a more normal life it was a lonely one. When she was sixteen she had a date with a boy, the date went well until they were making out in his car before he took her home. As Beverly’s body responded to the boy her control wavered. When Beverly slipped into a dream the boy panicked and dumped her out of his car before speeding off. Beverly had woken up on. But he wasn’t at his desk. Like me, he must have decided to take a nap because he was curled up on the little sofa, his 6’2′ frame making a joke of that piece of furniture. How he ever managed to fit all of himself on it was anybody’s guess. I was just about to shake him awake when I got a good look at his face. God he looked tired! And sad, and discouraged. I bit my lip in an effort to hold back the tears that flooded my eyes. The need to hold him, to comfort him was almost overwhelming.. "Do you really think it is funny?" Rachel said angrily."I didn't want to offend you. I just liked the colour." Yea, sure. Does Danni know what happened?"Yes, I told him a couple of hours ago."How did he react? Is he alone now?" Look Rachel, don't think about him! He is OK." How come you found out about the accident?" I was notified by the police."Rachel hemmed, then grew silent and examined her casted left arm. The cast had the same, light blue colour. A moment later, she noticed the spreader.