a brief flash of a face jolted Sigmund to wake. He rose from the bed, panting and sweating profusely. Lysa's hands caressing his shoulders. The twins behind her looking terrified. "You were shuddering, It seems that you were having a nightmare." Lysa exclaimed. Sigmund looked at them with frightened eyes. Yet the only thing he could see in his mind was the face of the one he was with in his dream. The stranger he met on the road.
