“I don’t have amnesia. This wasn’t a dream!” It took all the effort I had left within me to not yell that at the top of my lungs.

Dr. Pimsleur used his extra-calm voice to talk to me. “Karen, I think you might have had a break with reality.”

I forced myself to sit up as much as I could, pulling the bed restraints painfully against my wrists. “Look at me. Men in masks, kidnapped my sister.”

The doctor turned to Ted and shrugged as if to say what-can-I-do? He gave a half-hearted smile. “All this talk of kidnapping is ridiculous. I passed Krissy outside when I came in, yes?”

Ted nodded slowly while chewing on his lower lip. His eyes wandered around the room until they finally met mine and then he quickly looked away. His voice became sad. “Karen, Krissy is outside. She’s fine. I cooked her breakfast this morning.”

“Goddamnit Ted, I’m not crazy!”

Dr. Pimsleur nodded to the door significantly. He didn’t even bother trying to hide the motion from me.

“I’ll be right back.” Ted said.

I wanted to scream.