Ok, just a little intro. A month has gone by since Henry and Vicki started their relationship.
This story is the third in my series.
"Are you sure you're ok." The nurse asks Vicki. "Maybe we should call someone to come get you."
"No, I've called a cab." Vicki replied feeling sick to her stomach again.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright to get home."
"Yes, I'll be fine."
"Ok, now don't forget to fill these prescriptions."
"I won't" Vicki replies wearily.
On the cab ride back to the office, Vicki decides to make another stop before returning.
"Vicki, I'm surprised to see you here." Dr. Rajani Mohadeven said curiously.
"Well, I was hoping for a favor?"
"What kind of favor?"
"I was at the doctor today and I need a second opinion." Vicki said hopefully while fidgeting with her hands.
"I'm sorry but I don't think I understand. You look alive to me."
"No. That's not what I need help with."
"Well, please then, tell me. I'm intrigued."
Henry, Coreen, and Dr. Sagera are at Vicki's office trying to figure out what the dreams mean.
"Ok, so you are both having the same dream and you can feel everything that goes on in the dream?" Coreen asks.
"Yes."
"So what are the common factors in the dreams?"
"Haven't we been over this a million times?" Henry whines.
"Yes but there has to be something that we're missing." Coreen states.
"Let's see, sex, two people, death, I think that's pretty much it."
"Are you sure there's nothing else?"
"Coreen, I'm pretty sure that's it. The same situation every time, just a different guy and girl and different times periods."
"Maybe we should try focusing on the time periods." Betty said, speaking up for the first time in over an hour.
"Where's Vicki? Didn't you say she went to the doctor earlier cause she was feeling really sick?"
"Yeah."
"Shouldn't she be back by now?"
"Henry, don't fuss so much." Betty spoke up again, "She'll be back."
"But…"
"No. Now here write down everything you can remember about the times."
At the police station
"Detective?"
"Yes?" Detective Celluci replied without looking up from his paperwork.
"I found these in a pile of stuff to be shredded. They looked important so I thought maybe they got thrown in by mistake and I wasn't sure who they should go to."
"Just put them down there and I'll take a look at them when I get a chance."
"Yes sir."
A few hours later Celluci was looking through the papers the baby cop left on his desk. This was an active case; it should not have been in the pile to be shredded.
Please, let me know what you think. Predictions, suggestions, insults, observations, and praise - all are welcome.