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I look upward, as I need to, the light is white and way too bright: I hear the theme-tune, the image is dark with highlights of a dimmed yellow, shining from a streetlamp onto a priest, holding a book in both hands. And, the theme music is what I recall, dark and twinkly and ever-so creepy. I can't help but hear the theme-tune as I glance to the foot of my bed, where a man in a white-coat stands. The film. Still rolls in the back of my mind though, drawing my attention, once more. It's so frustrating, I just cannot recall the films name. Yet, still it rolls on, dark and reminiscent of past imagery, with the music twinkly and dinkly. And, there's that priest with the book. I see him in the opening scene, but I still can't recall the film's title. I simply can't: and I find that oh-so frustrating. So I look back to the films I have seen, as the images I associate with it are so-striking. Abruptly I wanted to know, nay, needed to know, if the fellow in the white-coat might know the name of the film, that's frustrated my mind quite so-much. I glance down again. He still stands, or he stands there again, with two women, both also dressed in white. In a slow voice he says, “You often think a coma patient is unresponsive. Many tell us they heard all while in their coma. But truth be told, we truly don't know everything about the mind and which sides of our world might meet theirs....” I want to smile, but I'm aware I cannot. I want to tell them I heard every word, but I cannot. So with the greatest of effort, I clench my hands and, I close my eyes. I finally close my eyes...