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WHAT
MASKS
?
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?
?
)
The
car
stopped
above
them
,
on
the
third
floor
.
She
looked
at
Danny
.
His
face
was
all
eyes
.
His
mouth
was
pressed
into
a
frightened
,
bloodless
slit
.
Above
them
,
the
brass
gate
rattled
back
.
The
elevator
door
thumped
open
,
it
thumped
open
because
it
was
time
,
the
time
had
come
,
it
was
time
to
say
(
Goodnight
…
goodnight
…
yes
,
it
was
lovely
…
no
,
i
really
can
’
t
stay
for
the
unmasking
…
early
to
bed
,
early
to
rise
…
oh
,
was
that
Sheila
?
…
the
monk
?
…
isn
’
t
that
witty
,
Sheila
coming
as
a
monk
?
…
yes
,
goodnight
…
good
)
Thump
.
Gears
clashed
.
The
motor
engaged
.
The
car
began
to
whine
back
down
.
"
Jack
,
"
she
whispered
.
"
What
is
it
?
What
’
s
wrong
with
it
?
"
"
A
short
circuit
,
"
he
said
.
His
face
was
like
wood
.
"
I
told
you
,
it
was
a
short
circuit
.
"
"
I
keep
hearing
voices
in
my
head
!
"
she
cried
.
"
What
is
it
?
What
’
s
wrong
?
I
feel
like
I
’
m
going
crazy
!
"
"
What
voices
?
"
He
looked
at
her
with
deadly
blandness
.
