1: The Apparition (Day 1)

            Don’t believe your eyes. 

            ‘Hey New York.’

Hallucinations, my shrink tells me, are common with my condition.

            ‘Hey English.’

            Max stood on the dock and against the pink glow of dawn she looked like an apparition.  I froze, clamping my eyes shut.  Fear gnawed at my gut.  I pried one lid open. 

Still there.

            ‘Can I come aboard?’ her voice was a scratchy whisper.

            I opened my mouth but nothing came out.  I managed a nod.