Kim lay in her big bed with one leg out and one under the sheets following the warm contour of Lance’s body. She looked at his rising chest and heard his breathing in the room. She reached and slid her fingers lightly along his arm. Kim crossed over the edge of consciousness into a half dream. She saw Africa as a great beast laying at rest between two oceans. “Sabbath why do you haunt me tonight?” Across the void from somewhere in Europe came the wordless answer. “There will be a message, tomorrow.” Then through her new eyes she saw the continent as though it were breathing, rising and falling in rhythm with the man lying beside her.