"Mrs. Heller, I'm Dr. Yurovsky. Can you hear me?" Lauren considered replying, then decided not to bother. Too much effort. The words weren't coming out the way she wanted. "Mrs. Heller, if you can hear me, I'd like you to wiggle your right thumb." That she definitely didn't feel like doing. She blinked a few times, which cleared her vision a little. Finally, she was able to see a man with a tall forehead and long chin, elongated like the man in the moon. Or like a horse. The face came slowly into focus, as if someone were turning a knob. A hooked nose, receding hair. His face was tipped in toward hers. He wore a look of intent concern. She wiggled her right thumb."