Dr. Kimberli J Anderson, Ab.C., De.F.,Gh.I.,Jk.L.,Mn.O.,Pq.R.,St.U.,Vw.X.,Y.Z. was not in the office at the time the man stole her file. (She would have heard Ralf, her ancient German uncle, telling the man to go away.) She was instead at a friend's house making a house call. It was after all a very small town.

"Nancy Sue," she was saying, "I've told you this half a dozen times already. If you don't tell me about your dream, how am I supposed to help you?" Nancy Sue, a young girl about 12, grunted angrily. "Nancy Sue..." her father slowly threatened. Dr. Anderson glared at him. "Tom, I am fully capable of talking to your daughter on my own. Perhaps you'd better wait outside," she told him curtly. Tom left the girl's bedroom. Nancy Sue then proceeded to grudingly unfold one of the most bizare dreams ever dreamt. Something about Snow White, flying, Teenage Mutant Turtles, and NSYNC.

Whatever.