![]() ![]() ![]() “at the moment-and looking for other boats. Disciplined.īut it was still Death, living in the mind of a man.” What had she seen in the face of this man? It took her a moment to answer the question. He'd passed from horror to rage to understanding - then to concealment, but what had come in between comprehension and disguise was the most frightening thing of all. ![]() The complete sequence had not taken four seconds, she realized, all of it while Rosen and Douglas had been scuffling against the wall. Then the door closed, Kelly's eyes shut, and when he opened them, his face was unnaturally serene. There had been comprehension to replace the blind, killing rage, and what she'd seen next was the most dangerous sight she had ever beheld, though she knew not why. His hands balled briefly into fists of quivering stone. The pallor of his face not that of shock, but of rage. The eyes not wide, but focused on something she could not see. ![]() Only an instant, like opening a door into some other place, and she'd seen something she had never imagined. Kelly's face turning so white that her first reaction to it was that he must be in shock, then the tumult behind her as she reached for her patient - but then what? “Sandra O'Toole walked back to the nurses' station, remembering what she alone had seen. ![]()
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