The next afternoon, while Dad’s watching TV, Linda tells me that she had a bad dream, just as bad as Dad’s with the metal box. In the dream, all of us were dead except for Dad, who was walking around outside. The rest of us had been lying for weeks inside the house with the door and windows sealed up, but Dad couldn’t get to us and so there was no one to help him. Linda takes this as a sign that he is about to hurt himself soon, just like I said when describing the article. She says she needs to do something about it, she just doesn’t know what. And we both agree not to tell Mom about the dream.