Monica crossed the hospital's threshold attempting to calm her shaking hands and relax her rigid shoulders. She slanted her eyes and gritted her teeth in determination. She hoped it did not show on her face, which she tried to make as passive as possible.

"Frank?" The woman's voice was distant, fearful, and urgent. Frank recognized it but had difficulty placing whose it was. "Frank!" Frank snapped back to reality, bizarre as it was. He had been in the car at a stoplight, driving his wife, Kate, and their children to Mass, but he was no longer in a car and neither was she.