Cohen, making a supreme effort to sound calm, began to talk her slowly out of her trance. "That's great, Joanna, good girl. You're relaxed now and warm and happy. As soon as you feel strong enough I want you to open your eyes and look at me.... That's lovely.... Good girl. "
Sam watched as she slowly opened her eyes. She seemed not to see the room nor the anxious men kneeling beside her on the floor. Her gaze was focused on the middle distance, her expression wiped smooth and blank. Cohen smiled with relief. "That's it. Now, do you feel well enough to sit up?"
Gently he took her shoulders and raised her. "I am going to help you stand up so you can sit on the couch again. " He glanced at Sam, who nodded. Carefully the two men helped her to her feet and guided her across the room; as she lay down obediently Cohen covered her with the blanket. Her face was still drawn and pale as she laid her head on the pillow. She curled up defensively, but her breathing had become normal.
Cohen hooked his stool toward him with his toe, and, perching himself on it, he leaned forward and took one of her hands in his. "Now, Joanna, I want you to listen carefully. I am going to wake you up in a moment and when I do you will remember nothing of what has happened to you here today, do you understand? Nothing, until we come and ask you if you would like to be regressed another time. Then you will allow us to hypnotize you once more. Once you are in a trance again, you will begin to relive all the events leading up to this terrible time when you died. Do you understand me, Joanna?"
"You can't do that. " Sam stared at him in horror. "Christ! You're planting a time bomb in that girl's mind!"
Cohen glared back. "We have to know who she is and what happened to her. We have to try to document it. We don't even have a datefix—"
"Does that matter?" Sam tried to keep his voice calm. "For God's sake! She nearly died!"
Cohen smiled gently. "She did die. For a moment. What a subject! I can build a whole new program around her. Those hands! I wonder what the poor woman can have been doing to injure her hands like that. No, Dr. Franklyn, I can't leave it at that. I have to know what was happening to her, don't you see? Hers could be the case that proves everything!" He stared down at her again, putting his hands lightly on her face, ignoring Sam's protests. "Now, Joanna, my dear, you will wake up when I have counted to three and you will feel refreshed and happy and you will not think about what happened here today at all. " He glanced up at Sam. "Is her pulse normal now, Dr. Franklyn?" he asked coldly.
Sam stared at him. Then he took her hand, his fingers on her wrist. "Absolutely normal, Professor, " he said formally. "And her color is returning. "
"We'll send her home now, then, " Cohen said. "I don't want to risk any further trauma. You go with her and make sure she is all right. Her roommate is a technician at the labs here, that's how we got her name for the tests. I'll ask her to keep an eye on things too, to make sure there are no aftereffects, though I'm sure there won't be any. "
Sam walked over to the window, staring out at the snow as he tried to control his anger.
"There could well be after-effects. Death is a fairly debilitating experience physically, " he said with quiet sarcasm.
It was lost on Cohen, who shook his head. "The lass won't remember a thing about it. We'll give her a couple of days to rest, then I'll have her back here. " His eyes gleamed with excitement behind the thick lenses. "Under more controlled conditions we'll take her back to the same personality in the period prior to her death. " He pursed his lips, took a handkerchief out of his pocket, and wiped his forehead with it. "All right. Here we go. Joanna, do you hear me? One... two... three. "
Joanna lay still, looking from one to the other, dazed. Then she smiled shakily. "Sorry. Didn't hypnosis work on me? In my heart of hearts I thought it probably wouldn't. " She sat up and pushed back the blanket, swinging her feet to the floor. Abruptly she stopped and put her hands to her head.
Sam swallowed. "You did fine. Every result is an interesting result to us, remember. " He forced himself to smile, shuffling the papers on the table so that her notes were lost out of sight beneath the pile. The tape recorder caught his eye, the spools still turning, and he switched it off, unplugging it and coiling up the wire, not taking his eyes off her.
She stood up with an effort, her face still very pale, looking suddenly rather lost. "Don't I get a cup of tea or anything, like a blood donor?" She laughed.
