Loren was back at her home. As usual for dreams, this didn't seem to bother her.

"Mom?" She called.

"In here."

Loren walked in the direction of her mother's voice until she came to the living room. She found her mother sitting on a rocking chair knitting... something.

...Knitting?

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making a sweater for the baby." Her mother replied cheerfully.

Loren blinked. "Baby? What baby?"

"Oho don't be silly." Her mother laughed. "Your baby. He's due any day now, isn't he?"

"What?" Then Loren looked down and- and- dear God, she was huge! "What the- but I'm not preg-"

"Honey, I'm hoooome." And at that moment the boy from MacDonald with the horrible facial acne walked in the room. "Don't you have a kiss for your husband?"

"HUSBAND? What about- where's Elfangor?"

"Elfangor? You've been watching too much Star Trek again, haven't you?" Her 'husband' grinned. "Now come here."

Loren was saved by the loud, wailing cry of...

A baby?

Loren spun around to look at her mother. Instead of knitting a sweater she was now holding a baby swaddled in blankets. "Oh, he missed his daddy. Look at him," Her mother held up the baby so she could see his face, which was covered in pimples. "He looks just like his father!"



Loren awoke with a start. "Aah! Oh God!"