�You have no choice. It�s for our protection from your demon possessor, not your modesty,� the burly man rasped at her, and shoved the foul black cloth over her face. The woman began gagging at the putrid odor of her predecessor�s sick reaction in the evil bag, fearing she would become sick herself and spend her last moments on Earth in utter, humiliating agony. Her baby picked that moment to kick powerfully, once, then again, more strongly than ever before. The pain searing her abdomen far exceeded anything she had ever experienced, and she screamed.

�Oh, no!� the Padre cried out as the woman�s water broke and she treated them to a cacophony of screams, �we�re too late! The demon possessor is emerging! Do something!�

The executioner nodded solemnly, and pulled the lever that would drop the hatch from under her feet. Her screams were silenced in a painful gurgle as the rope tightened around her neck.

�Okay, you need to breathe for a moment, Diane,� Dr. Hubley said, rubbing Diane�s arm and holding her hand as she wept.

�I�m not even Catholic! Why would I have a Spanish Inquisition dream? Why was I pregnant? A ghost can�t make you pregnant!�

�Breathe, Diane, breathe!�

�I�m seeing him everywhere in town. Always with this long brown hair instead of short black hair. Driving a cab. Delivery trucks. Police cars. Hotdog stands.�

�Diane, you have GOT to breathe!�

�And what the hell is it with everything coming at me in threes? I mean, am I cracking up, or isn�t it painfully obvious that he is haunting me?�

�Diane, breathe!�

�But...�

�Breathe! Just breathe. Just do that for me for a second. Your brain is going to need some oxygen for us to work on this. Just breathe with me right now.�

�Oh, I forgot one thing...�

�We�ll get to it in a second. Inhale,� Dr. Hubley said, her index finger measuring the second Diane would have to wait.

Finally, Diane complied. After Diane gulped a few desperate lungfuls and her sobbing subsided, Dr. Hubley lowered her finger and sat back.