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a dark alleyway, with Jo desperately trying to stem the blood pouring from a nasty gash in Sebastian’s head.
    Reg was still fighting sleep as he struggled with his fears. Fractured images of a city in flames as armoured police forced crowds of people into submission while Brenda desperately tried to stop the blood pouring from his head wound. Jo caught Reg’s eye exactly as Brenda locked glances with Sebastian and for a moment the two dreams overlapped one another before Sebastian and Jo were once more helplessly dragged further down.
    Mary’s memories of living as Crazy Em also contained blood; running down the walls and in the sewers and over everything as she shrieked dementedly beneath an enormous flickering ultraviolet light. The Blaschko lines on Jo’s skin glowed briefly as they were dragged past the Deep Level Shelter and further into the darkness.
    The man cradled in Mary’s loving arms also began to glow as they entered his dream. He too was dreaming of the sterile, gleaming laboratory and was staring directly at them. The sparks twinkled like fireflies as Sebastian and Jo were pulled ever deeper into the realm of dreams and nightmares.
    One more sleeper left. Titus, still on his knees, slumped against the bed, reliving blinding light and choking dust and unimaginable, ear-splitting noise followed by wave upon wave of profound silence as he stumbled towards the ruins of the laboratory.
    Sebastian howled in triumph and flew towards the blinding light, a dark silhouette, trailing his web of sparks and stars. The net opened wide and Jo was dragged along helplessly as he plunged into the heart of the light.
     
     
    Far ahead, where the brightness softened into shadow, there was a door. A stainless steel door, with a magenta, three-bladed radiation warning symbol on a yellow background. At the heart of the symbol was a scorpion, and the words STIGMURUS ENTERPRISES – RESEARCH DIVISION encircled the symbol. Carved on a stone panel above the door were the words ATOMS FOR PEACE PROGRAM. As the two dreamers grew ever closer Jo saw an orderly queue of people waiting to be admitted. The door slowly opened.
    A beaming Titus Stigmurus welcomed the visitors, a group of all ages and nationalities, leading them to a lecture hall. Each member of the party was issued with white hooded protective clothing and sunglasses.
    Jo looked around – there was no sign of Sebastian. She could sense his presence, like a pulse, but no more than that. She wondered if anybody could see her, or if, like Sebastian, she was invisible, but a shout from an armed guard of, ‘Speed it up, Sonny-Jim,’ answered her question. Affronted, she wondered why the guard thought she was a boy, then realised that she was the only female not wearing a skirt. She quickly pulled on her jump suit and sunglasses, sat down, and looked around.
    One wall was dominated with a huge photograph of a woman in an old-fashioned swimming costume decorated with something that looked like half a mushroom, half a cloud. Underneath the title, Miss Atomic Bomb 1957 , someone had written, You’ve seen the Beast – now here’s the Beauty!
    Another wall had a poster of a person she recognised. The handsome man was holding a book called Profiles in Courage . The caption read: Senator John F. Kennedy, Pulitzer Prize-winning author with the book he wrote while convalescing from back surgery.
    As Jo scanned the room, one family in particular caught her eye – a man and a woman with two daughters aged about twelve. One of the girls was refusing to put on the protective clothing. She threw it to the ground in a temper. Jo clearly heard her say, ‘I do not want to look like a clown. Anyway, this is not a proper radiation suit. It’s pathetic.’ Her father said something short and sharp, and with an ill grace the girl bent down to pick up the hated overalls. When she stood up to put them on she turned her back on her parents, and looked defiantly at the people around who were