Mid-call with the P.I., a crash brought me running into the house, and I saw Krista in the bath, running a hand underwater. I looked at a cracked mirror, but there was no broken glass; it looked as though she had scraped her hand on the hinge. Once I was sure she was physically all right, I watched her get up and looked closely at her eyes. They were not exactly clear.

When she finished standing, she handed me a bottle of Avon makeup, and I eventually understood; this was to be part of the plan, posing as Avon people. Were there Avon guys? Hmmm...

She slid closer to me, slid her hands up my chest... "Sorry.... I still dont have complete control...."

It brought me back to the present with a flash, remembering where she had been, and why. I could not yet take for granted the balance of Krista's mind. The lingering effects of the meds forced on her and those bad experiences with the doctor combined to give her some long-term damage.

I took her hand and inspected the wound, putting some liquid skin over it and dressing it with a bandage. We went out and took a walk outside to help her calm a bit, then hopped in the car for a treat; dining out at the family restaurant in town.