"Mick?" daddy's voice asked. His arms were open; I wasn't sure if it was for a hug or to attack me...I wanted to hug him, but I was also afraid that I would fall right through him...that he was another hallucination, and that the doctor and nurse...whatever their names were...if they were even there, that they would laugh at me...and I would be confined to this Hell for even longer. I left my arms pinned to my sides, and if daddy was really there, he would move first. His hands were jammed in his pockets, and I heard the clicking of a pen...daddy was always a nervous man...I felt a little better, recognizing that piece of familiarity upon seeing him...I was still unsure, though, when I saw...I could have sworn...I saw flames dancing behind step-mommy's eyes.