Kimberly Steele

My sister was like that. She died suddenly at 37. For a few years after, I'd meet her sometimes in dreams, and it'd be like... usually some random, passing-through kind of place. A yard sale. A roadside diner. She had reverted to her early-20s self, before marriage and kids. She didn't seem to know who she was or what had happened to her, like an amnesiac. I always woke up trying desperately to explain it to her. We did a memorial service at the 7-year mark, and I think she's moved on now. I don't have those dreams anymore.

I wouldn't want to see hordes of people stuck that way.