"Lower dimension? What?" Scott asked, befuddled.  For the sake of the discussion, let's say that Deacon was right, and now the two of them were trapped in some evil alternate dimension.  How had that happened?  When did they enter it?  What was the last thing that Scott remember that he could consider normal?<br/><br/>Being in the shrink's car, Dr. Muningant or whatever her name was.  Being told that "a day away from the city, out in the fresh air, will do you some good."  The long, boring drive.<br/><br/>After that, things very shortly went to hell.  Scott wondered if the grandmotherly old quack was secretly some sort of closet Satanist who needed to fulfill her quota of sacrificial victims in order to attain the Satanist equivalent of Mary Kay saleswoman of the month.  He couldn't remember her performing any rituals, or doing anything at all out of character; but perhaps that just meant she was very very<em>good</em>at being insidious.  Perhaps she...<br/><br/>He shook his head, coming out of his thoughts.   It was obvious that the girl knew something; until Scott figured out how to get out of this nightmare, he needed all the information he could get.