Elizabeth Powell, a dancer-patient relaxing in a hospital, keeps having weird delusions that she is visiting the morgue and keeps seeing a lady down there. Her doctor brings in the only lady who works in the morgue and it is not the same lady Miss. Powell sees in her delusion(?). The doctor wonders how Miss. Powell knows what the morgue looks like as she describes the setting of the morgue accurately!

Now, to my real-life analogy! I cell-phoned called a library historical society a while back. The employee (a man) told me about a certain woman I never heard of before. One Rosalie Vaillancourt. She was married to a man named Norbert Godin. I remembered the name Norbert Godin as he was the godfather of my great-great-greatgrandmother Julia Vaillancourt. She had been baptized in 1841 Vermont by the "apostle of Vermont" Jeremiah O'Callaghan (google him and learn his fascinating story!). I had known of Norbert Godin for over 20 years. Well, a month or two later I called the same historical society and they could not ever find the information again or tell me who it was at the library I had spoken to earlier. Eerie!