Dr. Lloyd Aberstock accepted the glass of water I handed him. I was just as happy not to be on the receiving end of his kind smile this time and played a supporting role. He held up the drink to Willow's lips, gently prodding her to sip. There was a bluish tinge to her skin, the transparence that made her look so fresh faced on camera just seeming deathly now, her dark hair framing her thin face, normally luminous eyes sunken into dark pits as she accepted a small drink before ...