I might as well have been wading through sludge by the time I made it back to my apartment. My mind was only firing on one sugar-glazed cylinder with everything that had happened today. I fell into bed and dozed.

"Oh...Victoria..." a dreamy, ethereal voice called.

"Shh, I'm sleeping," I told it.

"I...know. That's...why...I'm...here."

"Here?" I drifted along, unsure what was happening. "Wait, where's here?"

"In...your...dreams. It's...Lucy."

She ...