Jax’s mouth fell open, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. “Yeah, I’ll be right back.” She started back toward the office, hand pressing into the lump of keys in her pocket. She gave the receptionist her excuse and was ushered back to Dr. Melendez’s office.

Dr. Melendez showed surprise at seeing Jax again. “Did you forget something?”

“No, actually.” She scrambled for a way to explain what was going on. “I’m worried about Gretchen.”

Dr. Melendez seemed to understand immediately. “I won’t approve her for work if I don’t think she’s ready.”

“It’s not that. It’s her memories.”

“Is she regaining any?”

“It’s more like she’s telling me what’s going to happen. Remember how she was acting in the hospital? When she wrote down exactly what we said? That hasn’t stopped.” Jax knew she sounded crazy. “She told me to move out because bad things were going to happen if I didn’t. She knew her scans would be fine, and just last week we got into a fight, and she kept saying how fighting was inevitable. No matter what she did to avoid it, it was going to happen.”

“Please don’t take offense to this, but you two do argue a lot.”

Jax scrubbed her face roughly with her hands. “This isn’t just a blip, doc. You have to believe me. Something’s up.”

Dr. Melendez’s face fell into a serious scowl. “Since discharging Gretchen, I’ve been doing some research, looking into similar cases and reading studies done on amnesia victims. There have been a few where the vivid dreams or nightmares a patient experiences during an induced coma can mimic reality by merging with faint, forgotten memories.” She leaned back against a bookcase and ran her fingers through her long dark hair. “It’s not at all common, but I’ve read a few reports.”

Jax knew her face reflected her feeling of disbelief. “That sounds more like an episode of The Twilight Zone. Do these reports seem legit to you?”

Dr. Melendez bobbed her head from side to side. “I can’t confirm that, but it is possible that Gretchen had something like that happen to her.”

Jax raised her eyebrows as far as they could go. “She predicted the future in her coma?”

“Not exactly. I think of it more as the brain dreaming and filling in the blanks. She knew she was in the hospital and injured, she knew who was with her at the time, and small details like that. While healing, her brain worked overtime and told her a story.”

Jax stared at Dr. Melendez, agape. “You don’t think this sounds completely bonkers?”