Emma picked at her spaghetti. She'd lost a little weight over the past week because she hadn't been eating well. She had sporadic dreams of someone, someone from whom she could feel the love emanating and when she woke up, the loss was almost too painful to bear. Plus, the incidents of hearing her name called or footsteps or someone gently touching her had increased, but they mostly seemed to happen when she was either falling asleep or seriously concentrating on something else. It was making her crazy and she was considering having herself committed. Again.
“..ma..Emma..” Her name seemed to whisper from across the room. She threw her fork down.
“That's enough! If you're not going to show yourself, stop torturing me! Can't you see you're driving me mad? Can't you see how badly
