Some time later, both of Mary’s parents went to check on her.  They found her awake, still propped up against the pillows.  Stephen gently sat down on the edge of his daughter’s bed.  Because Sarah was still understandably in shock, he did the talking:  “Now what’s this about the stock market honey,” he asked her.

“Honestly, Dad, I don’t know,” Mary replied matter-of-factly. “I don’t know what it means, but I know for certain that the stock market is going to crash next year.”

“Well, Mary,” Sarah interjected, “you don’t need to worry about that.  Are you feeling okay?  Do you need anything?”  She placed her hand on Mary’s forehead to check her temperature.  It felt considerably cooler.

“I’m fine, Mom,” Mary asserted.  “Do you think I can go back to school soon?  I don’t want to miss too much.”

“I don’t know sweetie.  The doctor will have to check you out again.”

Mary’s parents left the room.  They were glad she seemed okay, but her “vision” still troubled them.  There was nothing they could do but wait and see.