This creature’s name seemed to be Jey, or possibly Gee. That was seven, all armed with
what looked like automatic pistols in docker’s clutches. Scowther’s swung carelessly out
from beneath his white coat each time he bent down. Susannah had already marked that
one as hers.
There were also three pallid, watchful humanoid things standing beyond Mia. These,
buried in dark blue auras, were vampires, Susannah was quite sure. Probably of the sort
Callahan had called Type Threes. (The Pere had once referred to them as pilot sharks.) That
made ten. Two of the vampires carried bahs, the third some sort of electrical sword now
turned down to no more than a guttering core of light. If she managed to get Scowther’s
gun (whenyou get it, sweetie, she amended—she’d readThe Power of Positive Thinking
and still believed every word the Rev. Peale had written), she would turn it on the man with
the electric sword first. God might know how much damage such a weapon could inflict,
but Susannah Dean didn’t want to find out.
Also present was a nurse with the head of a great brown rat. The pulsing red eye in the
center of her forehead made Susannah believe that most of the other lowfolken were
wearing humanizing masks, probably so they wouldn’t scare the game while out and about
on the sidewalks of New York. They might not all look like rats underneath, but she was
pretty sure that none of them looked like Robert Goulet. The rathead nurse was the only
one present who wore no weapon that Susannah could see.
Eleven in all. Eleven in this vast and mostly deserted infirmary that wasn’t, she felt quite
sure, under the borough of Manhattan. And if she was going to settle their hash, it would
have to be while they were occupied with Mia’s baby—her preciouschap .
“It’s coming, doctor!” the nurse cried in nervous ecstasy.
It was. Susannah’s counting stopped as the worst pain yet rolled over her. Over both of them. Burying them. They screamed in tandem. Scowther was commanding Mia topush,
topush NOW!
Susannah closed her eyes and also bore down, for it was her baby, too…or had been. As
she felt the pain flow out of her like water whirlpooling its way down a dark drain, she
experienced the deepest sorrow she had ever known. For it was Mia the baby was flowing
into; the last few lines of the living message Susannah’s body had somehow been made to
transmit. It was ending. Whatever happened next, this part was ending, and Susannah Dean
let out a cry of mingled relief and regret; a cry that was itself like a song.
And then, before the horror began—something so terrible she would remember each detail
as if in the glare of a brilliant light until the day of her entry into the clearing—she felt a small hot hand grip her wrist. Susannah turned her head, rolling the unpleasant weight of
the helmet with it. She could hear herself gasping. Her eyes met Mia’s. Mia opened her lips
and spoke a single word. Susannah couldn’t hear it over Scowther’s roaring (he was
bending now, peering between Mia’s legs and holding the forceps up and against his brow).
Yet shedid hear it, and understood that Mia was trying to fulfill her promise.
I’d free you, if chance allows,her kidnapper had said, and the word Susannah now heard in
her mind and saw on the laboring woman’s lips waschassit .
Susannah, do you hear me?
I hear you very well,Susannah said.
And you understand our compact?
Aye. I’ll help you get away from these with your chap, if I can. And…
Kill us if you can’t!the voice finished fiercely. It had never been so loud. That was partly
the work of the connecting cable, Susannah felt sure.Say it, Susannah, daughter of Dan!
I’ll kill you both if you—
She stopped there. Mia seemed satisfied, however, and that was well, because Susannah
couldn’t have gone on if both their lives had depended on it. Her eye had happened on the
ceiling of this enormous room, over the aisles of beds halfway down. And there she saw
Eddie and Roland. They were hazy, floating in and out of the ceiling, looking down at her
like phantom fish.
Another pain, but this one not as severe. She could feel her thighs hardening, pushing, but
that seemed far away. Not important. What mattered was whether or not she was really
seeing what she thought she was seeing. Could it be that her over-stressed mind, wishing
for rescue, had created this hallucination to comfort her?
She could almost believe it.Would have, very likely, had they not both been naked, and surrounded by an odd collection of floating junk: a matchbook, a peanut, ashes, a penny.
And a floormat, by God! A car floormat with FORD printed on it.
“Doctor, I can see the hea—”
A breathless squawk as Dr. Scowther, no gentleman he, elbowed Nurse Ratty
unceremoniously aside and bent even closer to the juncture of Mia’s thighs. As if he meant
to pull her chap out with his teeth, perhaps. The hawk-thing, Jey or Gee, was speaking to
the one called Haber in an excited, buzzing dialect.
They’re really there,Susannah thought.The floormat proves it . She wasn’t surehow the
floormat proved it, only that it did. And she mouthed the word Mia had given her:chassit .
It was a password. It would open at least one door and perhaps many. To wonder if Mia had
told the truth never even crossed Susannah’s mind. They were tied together, not just by the
cable and the helmets, but by the more primitive (and far more powerful) act of childbirth.
No, Mia hadn’t lied.
“Push, you gods-damned lazy bitch!” Scowther almost howled, and Roland and Eddie
suddenly disappeared through the ceiling for good, as if blown away by the force of the
man’s breath. For all Susannah knew, they had been.
She turned on her side, feeling her hair stuck to her head in clumps, aware that her body
was pouring out sweat in what could have been gallons. She pulled herself a little closer to
Mia; a little closer to Scowther; a little closer to the crosshatched butt of Scowther’s
dangling automatic.
“Be still, sissa, hear me I beg,” said one of the low men, and touched Susannah’s arm. The
hand was cold and flabby, covered with fat rings. The caress made her skin crawl. “This
will be over in a minute and then all the worlds change. When this one joins the Breakers in
Thunderclap—”
“Shut up, Straw!” Haber snapped, and pushed Susannah’s would-be comforter backward.
Then he turned eagerly to the delivery again.
Mia arched her back, groaning. The rathead nurse put her hands on Mia’s hips and pushed
them gently back down to the bed. “Nawthee, nawthee, push ’ith thy belly.”
“Eat shit, you bitch!” Mia screamed, and while Susannah felt a faint tug of her pain, that
was all. The connection between them was fading.
Summoning her own concentration, Susannah cried into the well of her own mind.Hey!
Hey Positronics lady! You still there?
“The link…is down,” said the pleasant female voice. As before, it spoke in the middle of
Susannah’s head, but unlike before, it seemed dim, no more dangerous than a voice on the
radio that comes from far away due to some atmospheric flaw. “Repeat: the link…is down.
We hope you’ll remember North Central Positronics for all your mental enhancement
needs. And Sombra Corporation! A leader in mind-to-mind communication since the ten
thousands!”
There was a tooth-rattlingBEE-EEEEP far down in Susannah’s mind, and then the link
was gone. It wasn’t just the absence of the horridly pleasant female voice; it waseverything .
She felt as if she’d been let out of some painful body-compressing trap.
Mia screamed again, and Susannah let out a cry of her own. Part of this was not wanting
Sayre and his mates to know the link between her and Mia had been broken; part was
genuine sorrow. She had lost a woman who had become, in a way, her true sister.
Susannah! Suze, are you there?
She started up on her elbows at this new voice, for a moment almost forgetting the woman
beside her. That had been—
Jake? Is it you, honey? It is, isn’t it? Can you hear me?
YES!he cried.Finally! God,who’ve you been talking to? Keep yelling so I can home in on
y —
The voice broke off, but not before she heard a ghostly rattle of distant gunfire. Jake
shooting at someone? She thought not. She thought someone was shooting athim .
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“Now!” Scowther shouted. “Now,Mia! Push! For your life! Give it all you have!PUSH! ”
Susannah tried to roll closer to the other woman—Oh, I’m concerned and wanting comfort,
see how concerned I am, concern and wanting comfort is all it is—but the one called Straw
pulled her back. The segmented steel cable swung and stretched out between them. “Keep