They slept in the same bed, and shared the same shower, but Jeff never pushed Maldea on the physical side. He knew only too well what she had been thr...ugh. She still regularly woke screaming in the early hours.Maldea lay on the bed watching late night TV when Jeff arrived home."Hi love, I'm bushed - I hope you don't mind if I crash out" Jeff asked."No, I look forward to our night time talks, but you look shattered. Just rest and I'll cuddle you to sleep." Maldea's dark eyes smiled.Minutes later. Amy stared in confusion, unable at first to understand what her eyes were telling her. The strange tugging at her own slender hips, coupled with a choked sob from Lindsay, made her realize what she was seeing. She began to shake with sobs, small ones at first, and then growing till they wracked her body, and she could feel Lindsay’s own sobs of horror echoing her own.Amy’s arms appeared to be somehow fused to Lindsay’s hips at her elbows. Lindsay’s smooth white skin blended seamlessly into. Dr K: Are you telling me that I was stating the obvious?Bec: Yes. Even a blind monkey could have a figured that one out. I think you rate a bit above blind monkey standard.Dr K: Thank you. It’s good to hear that you consider me better than a blind monkey. In the example you gave, you saw zombies where there were actual people and they were doing what the actual people were doing. Has that been the case each time you had these hallucinations?Bec: Yes. Unless you count the dream.Dr K: We could. The phone was on the wrong side of the desk for me so I moved it to where I was used to having mine and moved the phone directory to match and looked around the room a little more.About the time Mrs. Nolan came back with the coffee and a plate of cookies. I took a sip of mine and found it to be an acceptable but not exemplary example of its kind. Probably the kind of coffee that people with their noses buried in the archives drank without conscious awareness of it. Mrs. Nolan sat and took a sip.