"Don’t be so sure. Look, I’m going back on the horn to Cog and see if he can scare us up a sub. The kid don’t show improvement by the time I’m done, we dump him. Okay?" There was more argument, but Andy faded out. It seemed too unimportant. Besides, when everything was dark, the pain wasn’t so bad. He dreamed he was a kid again, running in green fields the like of which he’d never played in. He had a fluffy-tailed white dog with him. A bitch. She loved him and would wash his face for him if he gave her half a chance. All she wanted to do was play, and her barking called him to play with her, urging him out of the dark. Out of the dream.