Abigail forced herself to focus on Jake's voice and the odd toy. With effort, she could push the temptation to drift away and hear them again. A robot dog? It was a toy and it knew her name. She wondered if it did tricks and could almost picture them in her mind, when she felt the fog grab her throat again. It wouldn't give her a moment's peace. She raised her hands to her throat, trying to signal that she felt like she was choking. Darkness swarmed around her peripheral vision, as she looked from the toy to Jake for help.