I needed to go…then, a footstep down my aisle. I tensed. A soft voice, “Dusty? Is that you?” Siobhan. She came forward, kneeling beside me. I felt her. “Are you okay?” No. I was in agony and I couldn’t talk, I was in that much agony. “Dusty.” More urgent. More concern. Her hand came to my shoulder. I couldn’t move. “What’s happening to you?” I was having an episode. Couldn’t she tell?
