I awoke in an icy-hot sweat. Stupid lousy mediums and their stupid lousy dream-memory-lust. Didn’t even learn anything practical from her, just the usual wishy-washy ghostly bullsh- no wait. The name! Okra. Surely a slippery customer, if he was able to make such a fine dame part with her familial Ring of Ultimate Power. The remainder of my bed rest passed without incident and by the end of the week I was back on the Streets. A man can only stay cooped up so long before he starts thinking he’s a bird, if you catch what I’m saying.