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that had grown wide scanned the image, fear mounting with each passing second.
    It was something from a nightmare, a scene of fear and death that made tears stream down her face and sobs build in her throat. She reached for the keyboard, intent upon deleting the horrifying image. But something stopped her. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She wanted to delete it. Forget she’d even seen it, much less drawn it. But it had to be important. She never drew anything when taken by the Sight that was not significant.
    With trepidation at the idea of discovering the meaning of the image, she saved the file, then picked up the phone and dialed.
    “Can I come over?” she asked as soon as the call was answered. “I need to show you something.”
    “Are you all right, Sara?” the soothing voice asked.
    “I don’t know.”
    “Come.”
    “I’ll be there in an hour. Thanks.”
    As soon as she ended the call, she made a copy of the image and burned it onto a CD. That done, she hurried to the shower.
    * * * * *
     
    Morgan was whipped. This was his second run, and he didn’t think he had the energy to make it home. He’d run nearly ten miles in the dark hours of the morning and returned home to fall across the couch. Sleep had come almost immediately but he’d been asleep only three hours when the dreams came.
    He’d wakened soaked in sweat with the voices whispering in his mind. He’d tried to quell them by listening to music, going through the last batch of photos he’d taken and trying to concentrate on what images to include in his next show. But the voices wouldn’t let him concentrate.
    The louder they grew the stronger his anxiety became. His heart raced, he felt hot then cold, he couldn’t sit still. Soon he felt like he was going to jump out of his skin. So he headed out again, running as hard and fast as he could.
    He lasted about three miles at a full-out run before his energy ran out. Even in near exhaustion his mind was tormented with whispers. He looked up and saw a car headed his way, and for a moment contemplated just jumping out in front of it.
    But fate had another idea. He didn’t notice the chunk of broken pavement until he landed on it wrong and pitched to one side, his ankle rolling over as he did, causing pain to shoot up his leg.
    “Shit!” he cursed as he limped off the edge of the road into the tall grass. Just what he needed. A sprain and a couple of miles to his house. Great.
    “Can I be of help?” A woman’s voice drew his attention.
    The car he’d considering throwing himself in front of had stopped. A middle-aged woman with kind brown eyes and long graying hair pulled back into a braid got out and approached him.
    “I just twisted my ankle,” Morgan said.
    “I know. I saw. Where do you live?”
    “Couple of miles up the road.” He pointed in the way he’d been headed.
    “Why don’t I drive you home?” she asked.
    “I’d appreciate it,” he replied.
    “Come,” she said and slipped one arm under his and around his back. “Let’s get you into the car.”
    Morgan accepted the help even though he thought he could have made it alone. Once he was in the car, she circled around the front and got in behind the wheel. “I appreciate this,” Morgan said. “But how do you know I’m not someone who’d knock you over the head and steal your car and purse?”
    The woman laughed. “Oh, let’s just say I have a sense about people. But it would be nice to know your name. I’m Nadine.”
    “Morgan Nicholaus,” he replied.
    “Nice to meet you, Morgan,” she said as she turned the car around and headed back the direction she’d come.
    There was silence until they neared the driveway to Morgan’s house. “You can drop me here,” Morgan said. “Right there, that drive on the right.”
    “Nonsense,” Nadine said and turned into the drive. “So, you bought the old Wilkins place. I wondered.”
    “You knew the previous owners?”
    “Not really. I saw him in town from time