The doctor woke up afraid.He had been dreaming of the old house in New Orleans again.He had seen the woman in the rocker. He'd seen the man with the brown eyes. And even now in this quiet hotel room above New York City he felt the old alarming disoreientation. He'd been talking again with the brown-eyed man. Yes, help her. No,this is just a dream. I want to get out of it. The doctor sat up in bed. No sound but the faint roar of the air conditioner .Why was he thinking about it tonight in a hotel room in the Parker Meridien? For a moment he couldn't shake the feelingof the old house