Last night I dreamed that David, Annie and I were in a hotel in Paris getting ready to go to the airport and return home. Annie was to meet us outside by the car, but when we got there she was gone. I ran through the streets crying hysterically and screaming for her, but she was nowhere to be found. The dream went on for what felt like an eternity, and the feeling of having her missing, the awareness that someone might be harming her was so unbelievably and horrifyingly real that I was thankful to be woken up too early by the ringing telephone.