Alice tried to crawl to the door, but it was too far away, and her legs were leaden. If they had the disk already, what reason did they have for keeping her alive?
Save the last round for yourself.
Alice groped frantically for the guns she had dropped then remembered that she had left them back in her dream.
She could feel Jane’s hand on the back of her neck, a strong hand, no longer concerned that its touch would be spurned—a proprietary hand. Alice looked up, hoping that this nightmare was about to dissolve like the others and she would see the friendly face of the therapist ready to help her. Instead, she only saw a cold mask as Dr. Deluse produced a loaded hypodermic syringe.
“Sweet dreams.”
Part Three
Wet Dreams
There was a girl on the ceiling.
A sleepy frown distorted her oth
