But he didn't or couldn't hear her. He was screaming, '"Run, Pa! Run!" He was flailing around on the bed, throwing his arms about so violently, only grace from above kept Vivid from being inadvertently hit in the face by his powerful fists. "Nate!" she screamed again. "Nate!" The dream held on, tossing him like flotsam on a violent sea, even as Vivid's pleas filled the night. She had never been so frightened in all her life. She didn't realize she was crying until she tasted the salty wetness on her lips. She flung herself atop him and, holding him as tight as she could, whispered
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