Dead of Night Page #2

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- And that's all there is to it?

- That's all there is to it!

I must say it's very disappointing

not to be a leading character

in some supernatural drama, after all!

- Cigarettes, anyone?

- You never know...

...perhaps it's like the Red King's dream

in "Alice Through The Looking Glass".

None of us exist at all. We're nothing

but characters in Mr Craig's dream.

That's right, and when he wakes up,

we shall all vanish into thin air.

Dear me, what a morbid notion!

Let's get this straight, Doctor,

you won't for a moment admit

the possibility of foreseeing the future?

Not for a moment.

You'd say I was a pretty ordinary,

down-to-earth person, wouldn't you?

I refuse to commit myself. Why?

When it comes to seeing the future,

something once happened to me

that knocks your theories

into a cocked hat.

Something I'll not forget

to my dying day.

Matter of fact,

it very nearly was my dying day.

Now's my chance. I can't make it!

I can't make it!

Yes, I can...

This is it... Oh! Oh!

How long is it since the crash, Nurse?

Six days?

No, seven, Doctor.

There's no injury to the brain,

I'm certain of that.

His mind cleared completely

this morning.

He asked about the other driver.

I told him he was unhurt.

He slept quite peacefully

for the next two hours.

It's his temperature that worries me.

Let me know at once if it goes up again.

I shall be in number 18.

You're here, Peggy?

All the way from Scotland?

All the way from Scotland.

But... you're not Peggy, are you?

No, I'm awfully sorry.

You've been calling me Peggy for days.

My name's Joyce.

There's something

sort of soothing about you.

- You'll not leave me, will you?

- I won't.

- Promise?

- If you promise to go quietly to sleep.

Anything you say...

'From then on, my temperature

began to slide back to normal.

'It was a grand job of nursing

on Joyce's part.'

Tell me frankly, darling.

Am I out of the wood yet?

Well, you've stopped being delirious.

At least, I think so.

It's hard to tell,

you talk such nonsense!

- I still have awful bad nightmares.

- Nightmares?

I thought you said

you always dreamt about me.

So I do. I dream you turn me down

and get married to Dr Albury instead.

You needn't worry.

He has a wife and three children.

Oh, good for him.

It's a lovely night.

Quarter to ten.

Long past your bedtime.

Darling, I put it to you.

Only one way to cure me permanently,

and that's to marry me!

- It's your professional duty.

- You've got a hope!

- Good night.

- Good night, darling.

Just room for one inside, sir!

It couldn't have been a dream.

I hadn't had time to fall asleep.

Nurse had only just left me.

You checked the time,

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