Marc's lips worked feverishly but produced nothing intelligible. "Well, don't just sit there making faces, tell me how glad you are to see me--and put your arms down." Slowly and mechanically, Marc lowered his arms. "Now," Toffee continued. "Let's not waste time--kiss me." She raised herself from the edge of the bed and moved toward him. Instantly, Marc became animated, leaping from the bed like a flushed bird. He rushed to the window and seemed about to jump, when, suddenly, he halted. Slowly, he turned and faced her. "I've gone mad," he muttered. "I'm nuts!" Toffee remained by the bed in a state of acute bewilderment. This wasn't precisely the reaction that she had expected. "We're not going through all that again?" Her voice expressed utter disappointment. "Get out!" yelled Marc. "Get out of here you--you--you figment!" "But Marc, don't you know me? I'm Toffee, your dream girl." "Go get yourself into a dream then," yelled Marc. "I'm awake." "Oh, I see what's troubling you." A bright smile lighted Toffee's face. "Now, just come over here and sit down while I explain everything." She extended a hand to him and, fascinated, Marc moved toward her and sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed. * * * * * "That's nice," cooed Toffee. "Now just stop being so jumpy and I'll tell you all about it. In the first place, you dreamed me up. All I am I owe to you and, judging by the mirror, I'd say that was plenty. Up until now, I've existed only in your subconscious, but last night, while you were dreaming, you released me, gave me physical dimensions and a personality. Now, that works both ways; it was the first chance I'd had to see you too. Well, it seemed that you were a nice enough guy, but a little mixed up about a lot of important things, so I decided to materialize myself and help you out. And let me tell you, that materializing stuff is no easy proposition." Marc's eyes filled with wonder. "You mean to tell me you're really here--in the flesh, I mean?" Toffee slowly crossed one lovely leg over the other. "What do you think?" she asked. "Well, you'll have to go back," Marc yelled, jumping up. "It's very nice of you to want to help out and all, but I can take care of things for myself. Thank you very much. Now, goodbye." He stood back from her as though expecting an explosion, but nothing happened. "Well, you heard me. Goodbye--fade--dematerialize--do your stuff!" Toffee smiled mysteriously and shook her head.