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'Remember that old Thriller ? Maybe it was The Outer Limits . This couple was… Hey, would you say something?'
        'I was so awful to him. I never stopped blaming him for… what happened to Mom. I know it wasn't his fault, but he was right there in the house. If he'd only heard her fall… If I'd been there, instead of away at camp.'
        'Who sent you to the camp?' Bodie asked.
        'They did. Mom and Dad. I didn't even want to go, but they said it would be a growth experience. They felt I was too dependent and introverted, that camp would help "bring me out". I didn't have any choice about going. I know I shouldn't hold myself responsible for Mom's accident. Dad either. It wasn't his fault any more than mine. But what you know and what you feel don't always match up. So things were never right between Dad and me after that. I tried… I just couldn't forgive him, or myself. Then he went and remarried.'
        'Right away?'
        'No. I was a sophomore in high school. That really broke it. I mean, here he was pushing sixty and Joyce was like twenty-six. It was disgusting. I couldn't handle it. I moved in with my sister and lived with her till I finished high school. I just couldn't…' Her voice trembled. 'Now he's dead, and I'll never…' She began to weep.
        'You don't know for sure he's dead,' Bodie told her.
        'I know. I know.'
        'We'll find a gas station. There's got to be one around here someplace. I want you to call again.'
        'It won't do any good.'
        'You've sure got a lot of faith in that vision of yours. You might just have it all wrong.'
        She sniffed and didn't answer.
        'You admitted, yourself, that you weren't sure who the victim was. You thought it might be your father or your sister.'
        'It was Dad.'
        'Now you're sure?'
        'Yes.'
        'You know, maybe this is one of those things where a person sees into the future. Precognition? If it is, then maybe going there might be part of some design to prevent it from happening. Possible?'
        'I don't know,' Melanie muttered.
        Not a flat-out denial. Bodie felt that he had made a breakthrough… at least opened a crack in her certainty. 'When you had the vision about your mother, was it before or after her accident?'
        'Right at the same time. I had it while she was drowning.'
        'Okay, that's your one major experience with this kind of thing. This time could be entirely different. In fact, when you start thinking about it, the second time with anything is almost never the same as the first. Think about it. Your first drink, your first date with a guy. Look at the first time you had sex. I know for a fact it was different the second time around - a whole new ball game, so to speak.'
        'I'm glad you find this amusing.'
        'I'm just trying to help, Mel. You're all upset about this thing, but it's possible that your vision wasn't what you think. I'm just saying that maybe your father - or whoever - is still okay. Maybe this was a warning, and you're meant to get there in time to prevent whatever you saw.'
        'I guess it's possible,' she admitted. But there was no conviction in her voice.
         It is possible, he told himself.
        Hell, it's possible that the whole damned episode was a figment of her imagination. All that guilt revolving around her father, probably a subconscious wish for him to croak, God only knows what other hang-ups are ticking away in her head. An emotional time-bomb that finally blew.
        He decided to keep that theory to himself.
        The last thing she needed right now was Bodie suggesting she'd flipped her gourd.
         We'll find out soon enough, he thought. If it turns out that her father got his ticket canceled tonight…
        Bodie saw an oasis ahead. Lights, buildings, a Shell sign high atop a pole. Coming up fast.
        He eased his van onto the exit ramp, a single lane curving