The thought jolts Walker. He shakes her. She does not stir. he shakes her again more savagely. She moves sluggishly.

CHRIS (thickly)
Walker!… You can’t be…

WALKER
Where’s Reese?

Chris turns on her back, opens her eyes still heavy with a sleep.

CHRIS
You’re supposed to be dead…
Lynne said so…

WALKER (gratingly)
She’s dead.

CHRIS (questioningly)
Dead!… You?

WALKER
No…her…those.

He points to a bottle of sleeping pills on a nearby table.

CHRIS
I… I… I’m not sleeping.

WALKER (grimly)
She is.

Chris settles herself more comfortably. Her face, though still suffused with a sleep, is open and warm: the line of her body beneath the nightgown has sensuality.

WALKER
I heard you’re with Reese?

CHRIS
You heard wrong…

WALKER
Is he after you?

CHRIS
All the time…

WALKER
Do you want him?

CHRIS
He makes my flesh crawl.

WALKER
I want him.

CHRIS
You were always the best thing about Lynne.