For a moment, just a few seconds, Carol Harris thought she was in another house with her family and amid a Thanksgiving celebration. A vague feeling of fear grew in the back of her mind.

She looked out the door to the Dining room and watched a pair of actors as they stood by a window and gazed out of the house and into the night.

They were actors. How could Carol think they were relatives? She shook her head and pressed a hand to her forehead, detecting no fever.

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At any other time, she would have passed the idea from her mind with no thought. She was an actor expected to go deep into her role, to have empathy for the subject of their role.

But this time she had an eerie, sick sensation in her stomach, as if her body revolted from the idea. It was like the idea itself was a poison.

She wished Bob would come back to the house and hold her until the doubt faded away.