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"
Yeah
.
"
It
had
sounded
pretty
goddam
big
.
"
So
how
come
we
did
n't
hear
cars
getting
bashed
around
?
Screeching
metal
?
Breaking
glass
?
"
"
Well
,
because
-
"
I
stopped
.
He
had
me
.
"
I
do
n't
know
.
"
Miller
said
,
"
No
way
they
were
out
of
the
parking
lot
when
whatever-it-was
hit
them
.
I
'll
tell
you
what
I
think
.
I
think
we
did
n't
hear
any
cars
getting
around
because
a
lot
of
them
might
be
gone
,
just
...
gone
.
Fallen
into
the
earth
,
vaporized
,
you
name
it
.
Strong
enough
to
splinter
these
beams
and
twist
them
out
of
shape
and
knock
stuff
off
the
shelves
.
And
the
town
whistle
stopped
at
the
same
time
.
"
I
was
trying
to
visualize
half
the
parking
lot
gone
.
Trying
to
visualize
walking
out
there
and
just
coming
to
a
brand-new
drop
in
the
land
where
the
hottop
with
its
neat
yellow-lined
parking
slots
left
off
.
A
drop
,
a
slope
...
or
maybe
an
out-and-out
precipice
falling
away
into
the
featureless
white
mist
...
After
a
couple
of
seconds
I
said
,
"
If
you
're
right
,
how
far
do
you
think
you
're
going
to
get
in
your
pickup
?
"
"
I
was
n't
thinking
of
my
truck
.
I
was
thinking
of
your
four-wheel
-
drive
.
"
That
was
something
to
chew
over
,
but
not
now
.
"
What
else
is
on
your
mind
?
"
Miller
was
eager
to
go
on
.
"
The
pharmacy
next
door
,
that
's
on
my
mind
.
What
about
that
?
"
