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"
I
do
n't
know
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
do
n't
think
-
"
he
began
,
and
a
shriek
came
out
of
the
fog
.
Norton
shut
up
.
The
tight
jam
at
the
OUT
door
loosened
and
then
reversed
itself
.
The
babble
of
excited
conversation
,
shouts
and
calls
,
subsided
.
The
faces
of
the
people
by
the
door
suddenly
looked
flat
and
pale
and
two
dimensional
.
The
shriek
went
on
and
on
,
competing
with
the
fire
whistle
.
It
seemed
impossible
that
any
human
pair
of
lungs
could
have
enough
air
in
them
to
sustain
such
a
shriek
.
Norton
muttered
,
"
Oh
my
God
,
"
and
ran
his
hands
through
his
hair
.
The
shriek
ended
abruptly
.
It
did
not
dwindle
;
it
was
cut
off
.
One
more
man
went
outside
,
a
beefy
guy
in
chino
workpants
.
I
think
he
was
set
on
rescuing
the
shrieker
.
For
a
moment
he
was
out
there
,
visible
through
the
glass
and
the
mist
,
like
a
figure
seen
through
a
milkscum
on
a
tumbler
.
Then
(
and
as
far
as
I
know
,
I
was
the
only
one
to
see
this
)
something
beyond
him
appeared
to
move
,
a
gray
shadow
in
all
that
white
.
And
it
seemed
to
me
that
instead
of
running
into
the
fog
,
the
man
in
the
chino
pants
was
jerked
into
it
,
his
hands
flailing
upward
as
if
in
surprise
.
For
a
moment
there
was
total
silence
in
the
market
.
A
constellation
of
moons
suddenly
glowed
into
being
outside
.
The
parking-lot
sodium
lights
,
undoubtedly
supplied
by
underground
electrical
cables
,
had
just
gone
on
.
"
Do
n't
go
out-there
,
"
Mrs.
Carmody
said
in
her
best
gore-crow
voice
.
"
It
's
death
to
go
out
there
.
"
All
at
once
,
no
one
seemed
disposed
to
argue
or
laugh
.
