The first thing I did when I woke was check if I'd been asleep for another five years. Sherry in the chair beside my bed still looked like the eight-year old girl I'd fought to protect. She was wearing pajamas covered with teddy bears, still asleep and I let her stay that way. From the light in the room it was late morning. It wasn't a familiar room, so I guessed that it was Sherry's.

She moaned and opened her eyes. She screamed and threw herself at me when she saw my eyes ...