coming to
You come to in your own bed. Your mother says you'd been sleeping for
a while and she takes your temperature. Your brow wrinkles in
confusion and she says "Hold still!" so you do. "*Sigh*
Well, it's coming down. I'll leave you to talk to your friends."
You watch her close the door and your friends ask if you're alright.
"What? I'm fine... The question is are YOU alright? What happened
with that ghost?" "What ghost?" Dave asks. "Come
to think of it, you were mumbling something about a ghost and
running..." Barbara says. "Huh? But it was so real."
Barbara and Dave grin. "Yes, yes it
was."
