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Show Woodworth/158 Although she doesn't look at them, she feels the Graysons turn towards them. "They both used to go out. Didn't they?" Ned says quietly. His eyes hold here. Like magnets, the pain buried deep behind their irises attract and hold. The insistent scream of the phone changes Marty's dream. She had been lying in a bed of pine needles, holding an empty bottle of champagne. She could see the feet and legs of people walking above her. As if she is in a hole. Safe. She doesn't need to answer them unless she wants to. But suddenly there is the screaming of machinery, and a persistent, monotonous ring. They know she is in here. And they are filling in the hole with a kind of liquid plastic that hardens as it covers her. She tries to stand, tries to wave her hands up at them to stop, but she can't move. There are no faces looking down at her, but she knows they are out there. Then Jake looks down at her. It looks like Gray, but she knows it is Jake, and she tries • to scream. The sound of her voice wakes her up, and she lies still in bed, her mind trying to catch up. Did she really make that noise? Or is there someone else in the room? The phone rings again, She can't answer it, she is still paralyzed by the plastic. Gradually, she catches up with herself. It was a dream. She feels the warm, damp resistance of the mattress against her back. She fell asleep on her back. Always has nightmares when she sleeps on her back. The phone rings again. And the heat. The heat would make her have nightmares. Tentatively, she moves one leg against the mattress. Then an arm. In the |