...what a mess he was making. I started to write, and A s I did so, we translocated to a hotel room, and I was lying on a bed, everyone in the same position. I continued writing, until out of noe where a spider landed on my hand. It was brown and spindly legged, the c k kind that has a vicious bite. I gave a small cry and brushed it off; looking for it, I woke.