I didn't want to go back to the hospital. I didn't feel that I should have to go. I was perfectly sane and there was no reason for her to phone them. When the police arrived, I scrambled to get some things together while saying, "I know they'll be keeping me for three days minimum." and "This is such a bad time to be doing this." There was an army of ghosts - people from other eras in layers of tattered gray clothing, gathering in formation just outside the place - so maybe it was just as well that I was leaving at that time. Clearly, someone wasn't thinking right to be sending me off when a host of the dead were approaching. It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon and Lion my cat was irritating me awake in his endearing way of pawing the blinds until I get out bed. He only does this when I sleep far too late and so I can't be mad at him because I know he means well.