A New Direction
Washington, D. C., February 2028
The door to Keith's office opened, and Barney stuck his head in. "You wanted to see me, sir?"
"I'm just responding to your voicemail. You said you had something that might be of interest."
Barney finished entering the office and took a seat. "Ah, yeah. We finished the trial on the neurological drug to treat spasms, and while it showed no improvement over current treatments, something did come up."
Keith raised his eyebrows. "I'm waiting, but if the trials showed no improvement, then the something that did come up better be damn good."
Barney cleared his throat, then continued. "Several—actually more than several—I think it was twenty-one of the patients reported extremely vivid dreams that were exactly what they had been thinking of be
