"Died?  Burned?""  Mary's face went slack with shock.  "What about Red and Theo!"  She was becoming increasingly alarmed, that much was obvious.  "Carrie!"  Nash pushed the woman back down on the bed. and fished a thick tongue depressor out of her carryall, just in case.  "Alan, and you , ah, what's your name hon?"  She waved them to come over. "She may be about to have a seizure.  Oracles sometimes do when they strut their stuff."  A glint of genuine humor shines in her eyes. "I've been reading up the last few days.  Get ready to grab her arms and legs, both of you."  Without looking, she pulled out a small eye-dropper capped vial and an already filled  safety-capped syringe and laid them on the table close at hand.