The Stand1994

[In a dream-vision, Nick finds himself in a cornfield in Nebraska]

Nick Andros:
I can hear! I can talk!

[He approaches the porch of Mother Abigail, who is strumming a guitar and singing]

Nick Andros:
I can hear. I can talk.

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
I know, Nick. Praise God.

Nick Andros:
[grinning] How did you know my name?

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Come to me in a dream, I reckon.

Nick Andros:
Is this a dream?

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Mayhap it is, mayhap it ain't.

Nick Andros:
Who are you, ma'am?

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
Abigail Freemantle. But most round these parts just call me Mother Abigail. I'm a hundred and six years old, and I still make my own bread.

[Nick smiles]

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
I've been living right here in Hemmingford Home, Nebraska, all my life. You come see me, Nick. You and all your friends. You got to hurry, though.

[Nick turns and Abigail looks up as the sky darkens and lightning flashes]

Mother Abigail Freemantle:
There's a storm coming! HIS storm!

[She points, and Nick sees, in the cornfield, a pitch-black figure with glowing red eyes. Nick is so startled that he wakes up]