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"
Doctor
--
remember
.
"
Louis
tried
to
scream
,
and
the
world
whirled
away
--
but
still
he
heard
the
click
of
moving
bones
in
the
moonlit
crypt
of
the
night
.
It
takes
the
average
human
seven
minutes
to
go
to
sleep
,
but
according
to
Hand
's
Human
Physiology
,
it
takes
the
same
average
human
fifteen
to
twenty
minutes
to
wake
up
.
It
is
as
if
sleep
is
a
pool
from
which
emerging
is
more
difficult
than
entering
.
When
the
sleeper
wakes
,
he
or
she
comes
up
by
degrees
,
from
deep
sleep
to
light
sleep
to
what
is
sometimes
called
"
waking
sleep
,
"
a
state
in
which
the
sleeper
can
hear
sounds
and
will
even
respond
to
questions
without
being
aware
of
it
later
...
except
perhaps
as
fragments
of
dream
.
Louis
heard
the
click
and
rattle
of
bones
,
but
gradually
this
sound
became
sharper
,
more
metallic
.
There
was
a
bang
.
A
yell
.
More
metallic
sounds
...
something
rolling
?
Sure
,
his
drifting
mind
agreed
.
Roll
dem
bones
.
He
heard
his
daughter
calling
"
Get
it
,
Gage
!
Go
get
it
!
"
This
was
followed
by
Gage
's
crow
of
delight
,
the
sound
to
which
Louis
opened
his
eyes
and
saw
the
ceiling
of
his
own
bedroom
.
He
held
himself
perfectly
still
,
waiting
for
the
reality
,
the
good
reality
,
the
blessed
reality
,
to
come
home
all
the
way
.
All
a
dream
.
No
matter
how
terrible
,
how
real
,
it
had
all
been
a
dream
.
Only
a
fossil
in
the
mind
under
his
mind
.
The
metallic
sound
came
again
.
It
was
one
of
Gage
's
toy
cars
being
rolled
along
the
upstairs
hall
.
"
Get
it
,
Gage
!
"
