The thought jolts Walker. He shakes her. She does not stir. he shakes her again more savagely. She moves sluggishly.

CHRIS (thickly) Walker!… You can't be…

WALKER Where's Reese?

Chris turns on her back, opens her eyes still heavy with a sleep.

CHRIS You're supposed to be dead… Lynne said so…

WALKER (gratingly) She's dead.

CHRIS (questioningly) Dead!… You?

WALKER No…her…those.

He points to a bottle of sleeping pills on a nearby table.

CHRIS I… I… I'm not sleeping.

WALKER (grimly) She is.

Chris settles herself more comfortably. Her face, though still suffused with a sleep, is open and warm: the line of her body beneath the nightgown has sensuality.

WALKER I heard you're with Reese?

CHRIS You heard wrong…

WALKER Is he after you?

CHRIS All the time…

WALKER Do you want him?

CHRIS He makes my flesh crawl.

WALKER I want him.

CHRIS You were always the best thing about Lynne.