“Something has happened, Philip.” In Linda’s whisper he heard a tension of delight, of exultation. “There is no lake, no cabin. When we wake in the morning we’ll find it entirely different.”
The certainty in her words made him shudder, half with anger. Throwing off the blanket, he sat up. “When we wake in the morning, we’ll find ourselves in bed. This is a dream, and a bloody nightmare at that.”
She gave a shrill, stifled giggle. “There! Is that a dream?”
Philip swore: she had leaned forward and pinched his arm.”