<strong>Mary's dream</strong><br/><br/>"Carrie asked me to come."  She reached over and placed a gloved hand upon Mary's knee, sympathetic but stoic.  "She's very afraid because she knows what's coming, but she's willing to see it through to the end.  Mostly she just wanted me to talk to you, that we don't-"  Her voice drifted off again, despite her speaking for some time, until she realized she wasn't coming through.  It seemed to frustrate her a bit.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," she said.  "Mostly I can only tell you things that you already know, at least to some degree.  Unless..."  She paused, considering.  "Perhaps I can answer questions."  She doesn't seem to have ever done this before.  "Maybe if you ask what you want to know, I can try to help."