Break off conversation. Go to bed.

Something isn't right here. You don't know what it is, but all at once you are afraid of running into a trap. Or are you getting paranoid? Or worse, are you so brainwashed already that you dismiss the help offered to get you out of here?

You stare at the computer screen.

As you read the chat again, your eyes catch a detail. How did this person know that you have a husband? You feel feverish, and frightenend. You look around the room, as if anybody could be watching you. Then you close the webbrowser. Your breath is quick and your pulse races.

Are you getting crazy?

Shivering, you stand up and climb the stairs to the bedroom. Dave still hasn't arrived when sleep takes over. You don't have sexual dreams. Instead, you are being haunted by a silent, ferocious beast that wants to devour you.

During the night, you are dimly aware of Dave coming into the bed. You wonder where he was. You didn't hear the door and that one normally always wakes you up. Then again, you are really, really sleepy.

You fall asleep again.