She recovered quickly and looked up into the stands directly at Matt. He nodded and motioned with his hand for her to stay. There was no way she could...come up with an excuse good enough to leave in the middle of the game. Matt made his way down from the bleachers and ran towards the school building. Once he was out of sight of the spectators, he said, “This ought to be a bit more exciting. Emergency pilot retrieval, dimensional fold, activate!” The signature burst of light whisked him away to. She wiped her hands on her daisy-printed apron and finally turned, doing her best to give him a bright and innocent smile. "Hi, honey! Gee, you're home early!" "Actually, I am exactly on time," he said, holding up his watch and giving it a couple of slow taps for emphasis. "Oh! Well I guess I just...lost track of time today, but the meatloaf is in the oven and--" "What were you doing, that made it so easy for you to 'lose track of time'?" "Oh well you know how it is, there's just so much to do. Trust me; I know."She looked at her watch, reached into her purse and retrieved a business card; then wrote something on it. Afterwards, she said to me, "This is Dr. Jennings business card and I have written my number on the back. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything or just if you need someone to talk to. I've got to be at work early tomorrow morning and have to be going but I will call you about noon and see how you are doing. Now hand me that icepack and let me refill it before I. Dreams are like hallucinations, they don't make much sense. I prefer just to gather the emotional content of the sleeping thoughts. Would you like me to wake you up if you start to have a nightmare?" I pondered the question a moment, and told her "No. I would rather my brain do what it wants. However frightening a nightmare is, it is always a relief to wake up- maybe that is their purpose, to make reality prefered over dreams." She tucked her head against me and murmered into my shoulder "You.