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Tully,” May said in a soothing voice, gently guiding me back to the couch. “I know you’re scared by all this, but you talked to your son earlier, remember? You said he was all right.”
    I clung to that, fighting the rising fear that threatened to overwhelm me. “Yes, he was all right, although I really need to go home. I’m sorry, but I can’t stay here any longer.”
    I made it all the way to the door before Kaawa’s voice reached me.
    “And what will you do if you have another fugue while your son is with you?”
    I froze at that, turning slowly to face the room of people. “I only have them once a year. I believe I mentioned that.”
    “You told your son that you didn’t know why you had it now. That was what you were referring to, wasn’t it?”
    I nodded, my shoulders slumping. “I shouldn’t have had it until the end of October.”
    “And yet you had it now.”
    “But, Kaawa, that was—” May started to say.
    The older woman raised her hand, and May stopped.
    “I’ve only ever had them once a year,” I told them all. “This was an anomaly. I don’t know why it came early, but I’m sure it won’t happen again.”
    “How can you be sure? You can’t, not really. There is nothing to stop you from having another one right now, or an hour from now, or a week from now, is there?” Kaawa insisted.
    I gritted my teeth in acknowledgment.
    “What if you were driving a car with your son and you were suddenly sent into a fugue?”
    “That would be very unlikely—”
    “But it could happen,” she pressed. “Would you risk his life?”
    “It’s never happened like this before,” I said, but the horrible ideas she was presenting couldn’t be denied. The fugue shouldn’t have happened now, but it did. What if it came again, while I was with Brom? My gut tightened at all the terrifying possibilities of disaster.
    “I think what Kaawa is trying to say is that until you know why you’re having these . . . er . . . events, you should probably stay with us,” May suggested.
    “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’ve left Brom alone long enough. I must go home.”
    “What if—” She slid a glance toward Gabriel, who nodded. “What if your son joined you here?”
    “I don’t know,” I said slowly. “I think it would probably be better to be with my family. Gareth may not be any great shakes as a husband, but he has looked after me this long.”
    “How long would that be?” Kaawa said, pouncing on my words.
    “A long time,” I said finally, not finding any answers in my brain.
    “Would he have any reason for wanting you to be without your memory?” Gabriel asked.
    I opened my mouth to deny such a thing, but remembered the manifestations. “He might. There is . . . when I have a normal fugue, I manifest . . . that’s not the right word, really, but it’s how I think of it . . . I make . . .” They all watched me with an avidity that made my skin itch. I took a deep breath and said the word. “Gold.”
    The two male dragons sat up straighter.
    “You make gold?” May asked, her expression puzzled.
    “Ahh,” Kaawa said, sitting back, as if that explained everything.
    “Yes. Gareth—my husband—says that I’m a natural alchemist. That’s someone who can transmute base metals without a need for apparatus or any special elixirs or potions. Every year, when I have the fugues, he brings me lead. Lots and lots of lead, great huge wads of it, and leaves it in the room with me. When the fugue has passed, the lead has been changed into gold. I don’t know how it’s done, but he assures me that it’s some process that happens when I’m asleep.”
    “That must be very handy,” May said, somewhat skeptically, I felt.
    I made a face. Whether or not she believed me wasn’t the problem at hand. I was more concerned about this sudden loss of memory. Maybe it was me who was going insane, not them, as I’d first thought. “To be honest, I’d much rather do without the fugues.