On the bed, Madelyn suddenly whimpered.

Zach, who was sitting by the bedside, touched her face. He thought, 'It's been three months since we last met. You've lost some weight.'

The next morning, sunlight shone through the windows.

Madelyn's throat was parched and sore. She slowly regained consciousness and smelled the pungent odor of disinfectant. She stared at the yellowed ceiling above her, dazed.

She wondered, 'Am I dead?'

Her memory lapsed for a moment, but she soon remembered what happ