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We
had
heard
sounds
like
it
sincesometimes
quite
distant-but
how
far
was
"
distant
"
through
the
damping
effect
of
the
mist
?
And
sometimes
they
were
close
enough
to
shake
the
building
and
make
it
seem
as
if
the
ventricles
of
your
heart
had
suddenly
been
loaded
up
with
ice
water
.
Billy
started
in
my
lap
and
moaned
.
I
brushed
his
hair
and
he
moaned
more
loudly
.
Then
he
seemed
to
find
sleep
's
less
dangerous
waters
again
.
My
own
doze
was
broken
and
I
was
staring
wide
awake
again
.
Since
dark
,
I
had
only
managed
to
sleep
about
ninety
minutes
,
and
that
had
been
dream-haunted
.
In
one
of
the
dream
fragments
,
it
had
been
the
night
before
again
.
Billy
and
Steffy
were
standing
in
front
of
the
picture
window
,
looking
out
at
the
black
and
slate-gray
waters
,
out
at
the
silver
spinning
waterspout
that
heralded
the
storm
.
I
tried
to
get
to
them
,
knowing
that
a
strong
enough
wind
could
break
the
window
and
throw
deadly
glass
darts
all
the
way
across
the
living
room
.
But
no
matter
how
I
ran
,
I
seemed
,
to
get
no
closer
to
them
.
And
then
a
bird
rose
out
of
the
waterspout
,
a
gigantic
scarlet
oiseau
de
mort
whose
prehistoric
wingspan
darkened
the
entire
lake
from
west
to
east
.
Its
beak
opened
,
revealing
a
maw
the
size
of
the
Holland
Tunnel
.
And
as
the
bird
came
to
gobble
up
my
wife
and
son
,
a
low
,
sinister
voice
began
to
whisper
over
and
over
again
:
The
Arrowhead
Project
...
the
Arrowhead
Project
...
the
Arrowhead
Project
...
Not
that
Billy
and
I
were
the
only
ones
sleeping
poorly
.
Others
screamed
in
their
sleep
,
and
some
went
on
screaming
after
they
woke
up
.
The
beer
was
disappearing
from
the
cooler
at
a
great
rate
.
Buddy
Eagleton
had
restocked
it
once
from
out
back
with
no
comment
.
Mike
Hatlen
told
me
the
Sominex
was
gone
.
Not
depleted
but
totally
wiped
out
.
He
guessed
that
some
people
might
have
taken
six
or
eight
bottles
.
"
There
's
some
Nytol
left
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
want
a
bottle
,
David
?
"
I
shook
my
head
and
thanked
him
.
And
in
the
last
aisle
down
by
Register
5
,
we
had
our
winos
.
There
were
about
seven
of
them
,
all
out-of-staters
,
except
for
Lou
Tattinger
,
who
ran
the
Pine
Tree
Car
Wash.
.
Lou
did
n't
need
any
excuse
to
sniff
the
cork
,
as
the
saying
was
.
The
wino
brigade
was
pretty
well
anesthetized
.
Oh
yes-there
were
also
six
or
seven
people
who
had
gone
crazy
.
Crazy
is
n't
the
best
word
;
perhaps
I
just
ca
n't
think
of
the
proper
one
.
But
there
were
these
people
who
had
lapsed
into
a
complete
stupor
without
benefit
of
beer
,
wine
,
or
pills
.
They
stared
at
you
with
blank
and
shiny
doorknob
eyes
.
The
hard
cement
of
reality
had
come
apart
in
some
unimaginable
earthquake
,
and
these
poor
devils
had
fallen
through
.
In
time
,
some
of
them
might
come
back
.
If
there
was
time
.
The
rest
of
us
had
made
our
own
mental
compromises
,
and
in
some
cases
I
suppose
they
were
fairly
odd
.
Mrs.
Reppler
,
for
instance
,
was
convinced
the
whole
thing
was
a
dream-or
so
she
said
.
And
she
spoke
with
some
conviction
.
I
looked
over
at
Amanda
.
I
was
developing
an
uncomfortably
-
strong
feeling
for
her-uncomfortable
but
not
exactly
unpleasant
.
Her
eyes
were
an
incredible
,
brilliant
green
...
