By the time I reached my doss, the frequency of the depressive episodes had decreased, and their impact had abated drastically. Thanks to whatever gods there be. Shagged to the bone, I tossed my duster onto a chair. The bed looked warm and enticing, but I had something to do before I could sleep. (Also, I had to admit, the thought of sleep-and dreams-terrified me at the moment.) I checked my watch-just past twenty-three hundred hours-sat down at the telecom and keyed Naomi's home number.