Me, Charlie and Bob stuck in the sand, dead, looking like zombies getting ready to walk ashore. I hollered, “Charlie, you stay here with Linda and g...t ready to save us!”“NO! I’ve gotta help you!” Charlie screeched.The three of us were already airborne.I was hanging onto Bob, headed to the sandbar in front of the boat. A new movie (vision, ah, hell, whatever the fuck it was) showed that if Charlie stayed on the boat we all stood a chance to live. I focused on Bob only, blocking Charlie. “Put. Wanda’s an evil mastermind.”“Apprenticemind maybe, there were no,” I looked to the dining room and lowered my voice to as inaudible as I could. She had to read my lips but she did comprehend. “Dick Olympics after all.”“Says the guy who broke the seal a whole box of cherries.” She hissed back louder. “Dear God. How did I wake up?”“I twisted everyone’s dial. When I was down in the sub-basement.”“Zoë, give your brother some priv--Or don’t.” I could hear Mom’s eyes roll as Zoë strode by her.I sent. Knowing that both countries had nuclear weapons, talk like that scared the hell out of me. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that there would not be any world left to win if both countries launched all their weapon systems.With our entire focus on the former Soviet Union at the time, little military pip squeak countries like Iran were not even considered as far as being any kind of a threat to our national security. So, when the Iranians first took the hostages, we had no ready. Until the doorbell rang, that is, and made me jump up from my spot on the edge of the couch where I had been nervously awaiting that moment, clad in my favorite green summer dress, coiled tight like a spring and close to biting my nails. I nearly stumbled on the way to the door. Pulling it open, I took a deep breath and tried to recall the words I had been preparing for hours.It was for naught. As soon as my eyes encountered Cordelia’s radiance, all conscious thought left me. Her hair was.