There came the big noise and the dark, the loud, mind-numbing noises, and the heaviness of air, the pushing down on me. Soon I had lost myself. The storm raged on, and a calmfriendly voice suggested calling the doctor. I did that. And she was there, and knew, and the noises rages and I raged and cried, and she talked about things, but I don't know what they were, except that I followed her voice back to this place/time that is the right one where I usually live. She is a good leader back. She gave us directions for a magic potion, and some tablets. "Sip slowly, and call when you can." Two servings of both and the noise was moving outside the house. The Moral Support Squad Leader called a few times, and night closed in, and morning came, a new day. The noise is still outside.