"I want to--no, no, if I sleep I might have that dream again." She wipes at her eyes furiously. "Can't have that dream any more. I have to get under control. I have to stop. Oh, God, it feels like everything's dead. It feels like everything's dead." There's a fresh wave of tears, and she takes several big deep breaths of air. "Can you--there's some Excedrin in the medicine cabinet. It's got acetaminophen in it. And lots of caffeine. Could you get it for me? It'll keep me awake."