I let my mind drift, not directing it at all, but letting my subconscious bring up on my internal screen whatever it wanted to show me. As I slipped down, at last, back toward sleep, I replayed my two calls to the Brotherhood, my search through the other clinics, my request to Naomi to check the records for any mention of my sister. From there I switched to' the news of Naomi's death. And from there-I could see the morbid trend building-to my last Matrix run with Buddy. A less-than-logical transition-isn't it wonderful what the drowsing mind can do?-and I was reviewing the preliminary report on Mariane Corbeau's accident.