The Doctor listened as she spoke, describing these dreams she seemed to be having, these night terrors. His face held concern as he listened, he noted her seemingly exhausted state. And her behavior, it was clear that she was truly terrified by something. [i]This has happened twice now. Hmmm...[/i] 

     Doctor Phillips raised his clipboard before him, holding it in both hands as he viewed it with intent. “Well Miss Stevens,” he said,”your CAT Scan this morning showed that while your temporal brain lobe seems to have healed over, your frontal lobe has healed only in minor. Rounding it out, only forty percent of the damage done has gone away. It seems the cells within that region of your brain took a hard pounding in the accident. This good be the source of these...nightmares your having. Medical science and psychology have shown that significant frontal lobe damage can...’corrupt’ one’s state of mind and thinking process.”

He looked up at her from his clipboard. His aged eyes held this rather prying look. He lay his clipboard back on the bed and slightly leaned over toward Delilah, only slightly. “Miss Stevens,” He said,”I’m no psychologist or therapist, but I’m curious, these nightmares your having, this same man that you describe being in your dream, who is he? Do you know him, is he someone from your past? An abusive relative, a rogue boyfriend? I know this might be of personal nature, but maybe I can better help you understand what’s happening, even if only basically.”