A/NA word about dreams...who truly understands the mechanics of dreams?. In them you can fly, breathe underwater, even hear--however the person dreaming interprets it. I don't pretend to understand how a deaf person or blind person or "normal" person does anything in their own dreams.In this story, it is a means of connection. You'll note that Sue never hears anyone speaking words, only musical sound which seemed natural as she is an accomplished pianist.
Also, thanks for the reviews. I am always willing to answer questions and respond to comments. Read on...
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Blue Book 7
It was dark again. He reached a hand up to his eyes to find them covered with gauze. He started to shake his head but stopped when his stomach rolled. Being a sailor, that didn't happen often if at all. He groaned.
"Wreck? Are you awake now?" A soft voice spoke beside him.
"Yeah." He tried to sit up and a pair of hands helped him upright. "My head…"
"You fell."
"I don't fall."
"You do when you get tangled in a sheet."
"Musta been some night then." That earned him a sharp blow on his leg. "Owww…. Kidding, kidding." He turned his head toward where he thought the voice would be. "Where's Levi?"
"Levi?" Definitely a woman's voice. Hands gave him a cup of water with a straw. "Easy does it."
He nodded, barely. "The dog."
"Oh, you must mean Timber. I thought he was a wolf."
He raised a hand to his head again. "No, Levi is a dog. Her dog."
"And who is she?" The sound of the window blinds being moved prompted him to turn his head the other direction. "Girlfriend?"
"Mara? No, not Mara. Sue. Sue. Pretty voice. Accent is different. Tired." The hands helped him to lay back against the pillows. He was asleep before then.
I'Lee left the room and went into Lt. Rich's office. He was at the observation window.
"Can I ask a question?"
"Sure."
"Are you positive he's focused on a created image? Just now, he sounded so certain. He asked about a dog. Levi. Not the wolf." She shuddered. "The dog belongs to her he said. I asked who, to keep him talking. He was specific. It wasn't Mara. It was someone named Sue and she has an accent."
Psyche-Out turned to face the nurse. "Have you ever tried to put together a puzzle without all the pieces?" He looked forlorn. "I know something has been left out of the report. I spent all of last night going over and over it. I think she might well exist and I have been sending him into a spiral." Sitting heavily in his office chair, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
"Maybe that's why he left the wolf with Wreck." She looked hopeful and apprehensive at the same time.
The psychiatrist sat forward and thought hard for a moment. "That's it. A grounding mechanism. If there was a dog with him…that would explain it. And I sent him out… Call the monitoring station. Have Kam bring Timber back. If we can get Wreck to connect again, we can put the pieces together." He stood and ushered her out the door. "Make the call. Stay with him." He stared to run down the hall and turned to yell back "Gotta talk to the Top. I owe you dinner, I'Lee." And then he was gone.
She smiled at his retreating back and went to make the call.
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…Top?…
…Go…..
…He's been here. SE got a message in but I don't know if they'll get it…
…He says her instincts are good. Stay sharp…
…Got it…
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Green Book 7
Sue was faced with a hard situation. He told her 'Watch Bobby.' It was simple but what could it mean? Closing her eyes, she whispered a small prayer for guidance. She took a deep breath and felt a peace descend. In her mind's eye she saw the out of place music box again. The memory of the 'noise' it made reminded her of what Tara had described as feedback. Going on a hunch, she quietly called Security and asked when the next building sweep would occur. She watched as the answer wrote itself out on her computer.
Today.
"Could you come to the surveillance office first? We've been using a lot of equipment recently."
No problem. We're on our way.
She hung up and sat back. Bug and electronic sweeps were a common occurrence. Hopefully, it would be clear in a few minutes.
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…Top…They just requested a sweep. I think she's on to something…
…Stay on it….
…Right. I sent the team there directly…
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The sweeper team knocked at the door to the office. Jack looked up and asked, "Is it that time again?" He waved the techs in and pointed to a pile of surveillance equipment in the corner. "We've been busy lately with all the wackos running loose."
"No problem, Agent Hudson. We'll be quick but thorough."
"Be sure to check the coffee maker, gentlemen. Our enemies could learn a lot about us just by listening to the morning 'information exchange.'" Myles cut a glance toward Lucy and Tara.
"Can it, Myles," came their retort.
"Oh, I see. Come in late one time and I miss all the fun with the Bug Boys. Anyone save me a donut?" Bobby came strolling in with his coat over his arm. He winked at Sue as he walked over to talk to Jack. "Would you believe that all four of my tires were sliced?" He parked himself on the corner of the desk. "And they were new tires too." He watched the electronic techs for a moment before going to grab the last donut. His favorite—with powdered sugar. Wiggling his white fingers, he caught Sue's attention and mimed patting his shirt.
She smiled and watched him approach his desk. It was a mess. D was always after him to get it in some semblance of order. In fact, a pile of papers looked as if it were about to slide into his chair. It all fell into place like a flash. "Bobby, Stop!"
The entire office stood stock-still. Sue had never used that tone of voice. She pointed at the desk and the electronic guys were there with their scanners. Within seconds, they discovered a wooden box sitting beneath the papers. It contained no explosives that they could tell. No firing mechanisms. No metal whatsoever. A keeper box was ordered and the object was safely ensconced to be taken to the lab and dismantled.
"What just happened here?" Jack asked when the sweepers had finished going over the office a second time.
All eyes turned to the blonde analyst who stood speechless by her desk. She raised a trembling hand to her mouth. Tears brimmed and she involuntarily heaved. She turned and ran out of the bullpen, Lucy hot on her heels.
A short while later, the team rotor returned with an update. "She was a little sick." Lucy wrinkled her nose for emphasis. "We saw Garrett in the hall and he sent her home. I'm taking Levi to the garage for her now." She grabbed Sue's coat and the dog's lead. Just as she cleared the door she turned back. "Oh and Bobby, Garrett wants to see you."
