I'm dragged back into a pair of arms that are as solid as prison bars before I realize that I've moved.

And that I'm screaming and punching the air. "Calm down," a gentle voice warns at my ear. "Sh. I told you, didn't I? It'll be fine. I'll make sure of it."

These words should be like gasoline thrown at a fire, but like a light switch, I'm getting soothed instead. He's singing a lullaby to my innermost mind, and against my intentions, I do calm down.

I have Jason. It'll be ...