A strange crinkling sound came up from underneath her. She froze, dream still fresh enough in her memory to… But that couldn't be right. Slowly, slowly, she lifted herself up, turning her head just enough to see…
Peter's jacket. Spread out beneath her, as though it had been wrapped about her shoulders. After a moment's hesitation, she snatched it up, and ran out into the hall. Light was flooding in through windows now, and without flipping a switch she thundered down the stairs to see Aunt May sipping a cup of tea and staring at nothing in particular.
"He's alive!" MJ screamed, "I've seen him! We have to do something, have to tell somebody! Look-he gave me his coat!"
"But they buried the coat with him," May said, turning slowly to look at her, shocked. "Now, dear, you've been under a lot of stress-we all have. Maybe you-"
"No! I have his coat, see?" She brandished the jacket in front of her, and May glanced at it, then back at her concernedly.
Instead of the dark blue windbreaker she had found on the bed, she was waving her own white fleece coat in the air. Slowly, she dropped her arm.
"But, I saw it, he gave it to me and then…" May stood, unspent tears growing in her eyes. "No!"
And she was running; back up the stairs, back into Peter's room, clutching the jacket as though she couldn't let go.