In 1996, I worked with an older lady (mid-50s then?) who told this story: Years prior she dated a man who'd taken a business trip to New York. One night R's little son came into her room (he **never** did this before), saying he was scared and wanted to sleep with her. While carefully tucking him in beside her, R suddenly noticed her boyfriend standing in the bedroom doorway. She was shocked; boyfriend was still in New York (2000 miles away). But there he stood. She couldn't process it, couldn't speak, so instead hugged her son and went to sleep. R got a phone call about 5 hours later that her boyfriend had been murdered in New York; his car had broken down. Alongside that road, teenagers stopped and killed him. I worked with R about 3 years. Sane, sober, nice, "normal" lady who didn't "go around telling stories."