Jet opened her eyes again. She was no longer bound to the bed, and there was no strange man next to her, waiting for something. It was just her and Dr. Munson.

“Jet, your parents are anxious about you. I feel that the incident you experienced at school triggered a memory of something traumatic.”

Jet looked at the therapist, and in that moment he absorbed her memory. It was almost like he was experiencing what she had experienced. Then Jet spoke, confirming Dr. Munson’s suspicions about what had happened at the school.

“I’m studying by the school gym, near that tree I like. It is between fourth and fifth periods. On Tuesdays, the jocks practice later in the day. The gym is deserted.”

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Jet paused, licking her lips.

“Go on, Josephine.”

“Jake shows up with another boy, Donnie I think. He is staring at me, so I pack up my things. He blocks the path. I cannot get away,” Jet said.

Jet closed her eyes, and felt the tears coming.

“He . . . Jake tries to remove my blouse. He threatens to hurt me, unless . . . Mr. Robinson scares him away . . .”

Jet paused, stiffened, and then shivered as if she were cold. Then she awoke, covered with sweat. She gave Dr. Munson a scared look.

“I’m done,” she said.

Jet got up and left Dr. Munson’s office. She entered the hallway, and for a moment it looked like every hallway she had ever seen: normal. Then it began spinning. She closed her eyes, trying to shake the feeling of vertigo. When she opened her eyes once more, she expected to be in the hallway of Dr. Munson’s office, but instead she was back on the bed, with Seymour staring at her.

I’m never getting out of here!

Jet wept.