She went pale in the cold air, and one hand fumbled for the car to steady herself. Nobody should know that much about what happened except the assailant... and nobody should have known about that horrid dream except her. She hadn't told anyone, not even Pulcifer. "What- WHO are you?" she demanded, hating the faintest hint of a quaver that inched into her voice at that first word before she got her voice under control.