She was cold, so cold. Grabbing a sweater, she pulled it on and raced downstairs. In the kitchen, Kerr stood making a cup of hot chocolate. “Kerr, what are you doing here? You’re all right? Are you all right?” “Sure. Why shouldn’t I be? And I live here, remember? That’s what I’m doing here. I’m your brother.” He reached out and pretended to feel her forehead. “You should have gone skating with me, except that it was icy cold. The wind is blowing, so the wind-chill factor must be nearly zero. Full moon tonight, though. Maybe we can wrap up and go back over there later. Want some chocolate?” Karen collapsed at the breakfast table. “Yes, please.” It had been a dream. Just a dream, not something that really was happening. It was so like the other dreams, though, and seemed so real. There was the same nightmarish quality about it. She shivered. She was truly losing her mind. Kerr set his cup of steaming cocoa in front of her, going to make himself another. Immediately, she circled the cup with both hands, using it to warm her body.
