Work with Peter
'It's dark, pitch black. I'm all alone,' Peter blurted out. His eyes were filling up and he was ashen. As we completed the next set of eye movements, Peter gripped the chair tightly and began breathing rapidly. Tears were overflowing but he did not use his stop signal and said he was OK to proceed. 'I can hear rats in the hole also, scratching around, and water dripping. I just don't know if she will ever come back and get me. I think I'm going to die,' he whispered. [Excerpt]
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