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"
-
dead
,
you
’
re
dead
,
you
’
re
dead
!
"
And
the
startled
sound
of
Wendy
’
s
feet
hitting
the
floor
over
his
head
,
and
Wendy
’
s
startled
,
frightened
voice
:
"
Jack
?
Jack
!
"
He
stood
,
blinking
down
at
the
shattered
radio
.
Now
there
was
only
the
snowmobile
in
the
equipment
shed
to
link
them
to
the
outside
world
.
He
put
his
hands
over
his
eyes
and
clutched
at
his
temples
.
He
was
getting
a
headache
.
Wendy
ran
down
the
hall
in
her
stocking
feet
and
ran
down
the
main
stairs
to
the
lobby
two
at
a
time
.
She
didn
’
t
look
up
at
the
carpeted
flight
that
led
to
the
second
floor
,
but
if
she
had
,
she
would
have
seen
Danny
standing
at
the
top
of
them
,
still
and
silent
,
his
unfocused
eyes
directed
out
into
indifferent
space
,
his
thumb
in
his
mouth
,
the
collar
and
shoulders
of
his
shirt
damp
.
There
were
puffy
bruises
on
his
neck
and
just
below
his
chin
.
Jack
’
s
cries
had
ceased
,
but
that
did
nothing
to
ease
her
fear
.
Ripped
out
of
her
sleep
by
his
voice
,
raised
in
that
old
hectoring
pitch
she
remembered
so
well
,
she
still
felt
that
she
was
dreaming
-
but
another
part
knew
she
was
awake
,
and
that
terrified
her
more
.
She
half
-
expected
to
burst
into
the
office
and
find
him
standing
over
Danny
’
s
sprawled
-
out
body
,
drunk
and
confused
.
She
pushed
through
the
door
and
Jack
was
standing
there
,
rubbing
at
his
temples
with
his
fingers
.
His
face
was
ghostwhite
.
The
two
-
way
CB
radio
lay
at
his
feet
in
a
sprinkling
of
broken
glass
.
"
Wendy
?
"
he
asked
uncertainly
.
"
Wendy
-
?
"
The
bewilderment
seemed
to
grow
and
for
a
moment
she
saw
his
true
face
,
the
one
he
ordinarily
kept
so
well
hidden
,
and
it
was
a
face
of
desperate
unhappiness
,
the
face
of
an
animal
caught
in
a
snare
beyond
its
ability
to
decipher
and
render
harmless
.
Then
the
muscles
began
to
work
,
began
to
writhe
under
the
skin
,
the
mouth
began
to
tremble
infirmly
,
the
Adam
’
s
apple
began
to
rise
and
fall
.
Her
own
bewilderment
and
surprise
were
overlaid
by
shock
:
he
was
going
to
cry
.
She
had
seen
him
cry
before
,
but
never
since
he
stopped
drinking
…
and
never
in
those
days
unless
he
was
very
drunk
and
pathetically
remorseful
.
He
was
a
tight
man
,
drum
-
tight
,
and
his
loss
of
control
frightened
her
all
over
again
.
