In his chair in the clinic, the sleeping Dr. Cooper became so restless the clipboard fell with a loud crash, onto the floor from his lap.
"Mike! Mike Montaine! Your new son, Mike Montaine!" he moaned aloud, moving his head from side to side. Then, he came awake rudely, opening his eyes with a start. He gazed around the clinic before moving, then stood up rapidly to check on Mike.
He was in a cold sweat and shivered, wondering what his nightmare had meant. Still, all his signs were the same...almost normal, with some fluctuation at times. Cooper sighed in relief. He then rushed to the rear of the clinic to use the men's room, then back to write on Mike's chart. There was something new happening. Mike was looking like he would come out of his coma! He was beginning to move his head from side to side the same way Cooper had while waking from that dream! Very slowly Mike moved his head. Matt Cooper was so excited with this he forgot to page Horton, but he stayed by the monitors and watched Mike's face. Suddenly the head movement stopped. Mike remained quiet again. He paged Horton again, and quickly told him to get down there. Mike's actions were somewhat like someone experiencing the rapid eye movement stage of sleep.
Cooper returned his attention to Mike's bed. Suddenly something started to happen. Mike's mouth slowly opened and a beam of light like a neon bulb began at his toes and moved up his body. The first one was white, the second one was purple, the third one was blue. As each band of light passed over Mike's head, he spoke a single word; the first was "Om," and then came "Trace," "trim" and "tro".
Mystified, Cooper began to walk closer to the bed. Suddenly a strong hand grabbed him and hauled him back.  "No!" Horton said, "Get back! It might be dangerous!"
This strange phenomena continued until it ended with a black beam of light, and the word "Norm." "What in the hell was that?" asked Cooper.
"I think," said Horton, "we've witnessed something very rare; the full range of psychokenitic energy transmitted into visible light! Those words he was speaking are from an ancient text of Zen. They're supposed to be the energy gates of The Afterworld!"
Cooper was puzzled for a moment. Then, he remembered Horton's interest and expertise in nonChristian religions. Mike began to stir. He wiggled his toes, his fingers; he flexed his elbows and knees. His eyes slowly opened, and Cooper rushed forward, but again, Horton restrained him. "Don't rush him," he said, "Let him come back at his own speed. He's been very far away."
Mike slowly turned his head in the direction of the voices, and his eyes met Cooper's.
"Hi, dad," he said. "Man, have I got a headache! What happened? What am I doing here?"
"It's alright, son," said Cooper. "Why don't you go back to sleep, and we'll talk about it in the morning?"