A wave of dizziness washed over me and I fought back the nausea, resisting the urge to throw up.  I reached out to brace myself to keep from falling and heard the sound of Alan’s voice explaining something to one of my fellow travelers. 
For a moment, his voice held me in this time and I tried to call out to him.  I’d heard his voice before in a different time, in a different life.  Grey fog descended, encompassing me in a misty darkness, blocking everything but the roaring sound in my ears. The pounding of my heart emphasized a terror like I’ve never known before.  My body went numb and I fell, transcending into to someone else.
When I came back from what had to have been a dream, I was on a stretcher, paramedics hovering, and Alan leaning over me, concern reflected in his deep blue eyes.  “Are you okay?”   His voice conveyed the same worry I saw in his eyes.
“Fine,” I mumbled and attempted to sit up only to find myself strapped down.
“Take it easy.”  Alan reached out and stroked my arm.  “What happened?  Can I contact someone for you?”
“No, no one.”  Other than a few casual friends, I had no one to turn to.  My parents died several years ago in an auto crash and I’d never had strong ties to my distant cousins.  “I don’t know what happened.  Just felt dizzy.  Guess I should have eaten breakfast.” 
I laughed at my foolishness, hoping he didn’t catch the fact I was lying through my teeth.  A scream fought to escape my throat and I clamped my lips together to hold it back.  If I gave in to it I was positive I’d slip forever into madness.  There was no way in hell he, or anyone else, would believe what happened.
How could they when I had trouble believing myself?  The one thing I knew for sure…it was no dream.