Allison sighed.  "All right, I'm almost ready," she called, towelling off her hair vigorously and pulling it back into a simple twist.  "Do you realize, I actually dreamt about being questioned by police last night?  It was almost a nightmare."  Though nightmares, she suspected, were only going to get more and more common, the more time she spent with this bunch.<br/><br/>"Could you hand me my sweater?" she asked, stepping out of the bathroom as she pulled her tank top down over her head.  Layering was still a good idea, she found, even inside.