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o look behind him； still checking his bearings； when he spotted three green jackets。 He moved on more quickly now； trying not to look scared。 Two of them were the same Diablos he passed earlier；
Luis's heart started pounding。 He realized his mistake…in a crowd of the poor； he looked prosperous。 Luis started walking again； casually at first； but then gradually picking up the pace。 It was possible the gang members were simply going the same way as Luis and not following him。 He walked a block and then cut across the street to the other side； pausing to pretend to look in a car with smashed windows； but noticing the Diablos on the other side of the street watching him。 Luis started off again； wishing Steve had e with him。 The Diablos might have passed on two men together。
After half a block； he looked over his shoulder。 By now； he and the Diablos knew what was going on。 Now they were behind him； and Luis started to jog。 He was only about a mile from his building。 If he could make it there； he might be safe behind the locked doors。 He pumped up to a running speed he knew he could maintain for a while； but when he reached the next block； the Diablos were in pursuit。 Already the people in the streets were seeking cover。 The hunt was on and the rest of the herd was scattering。
Luis pushed himself to full speed。 He didn't bother to look behind him。 He was going to run until he couldn't run anymore。 He was heading up the next block when he was tackled； landing hard on the sidewalk。 He began kicking and flailing at his assailant but soon there were three gang members； their fists pounding him。 Luis fought back until something hard as steel slammed into his skull and he was lost in the blackness of unconsciousness。
27。 FLOWERS FROM THE SKY
If you were able to hold a teaspoonful of matter from a block hole； it would weigh as much as the entire earth。 Near such dense matter the laws governing time and space are radically different from those we use to describe our universe。
…Dr。 Lewis Connors
Heading east at 20；000 feet
POSTQUILT： MONDAY； 6：30 A。M。 PST
While Terry's body was in a military jet traveling at 600 mph toward Washington； D。C。； his mind was in a different place entirely。 He was worried about John。 The rumor about Portland being missing was impossible to believe but also impossible to forget。 A city can't be missing； Terry told himself over and over。 There must have been an avalanche； or an earthquake； or something； he reasoned。 Maybe Mount Saint Helens had erupted again and the roads were blocked by ash。 No； a city couldn't just be missing； but then there shouldn't be a mountain in the middle of I…5 either。 If something had happened to Portland； John might need Terry's help。 Knowing that made his decision difficult。
He and Ellen had fought over the course of action。 Ellen wanted them to try to get to Portland； to find their son。 But influenced by Bill's authority； Terry had finally accepted that he would be of more use in Washington than in Oregon。
〃This kid knows something； Terry；〃 Bill had argued。 〃He's barely hanging on to reality； and we need to know what he knows。〃
〃Our son needs us too； Bill；〃 Ellen retorted。
〃You can't even get to Portland。 The road's blocked。 There is a traffic jam twelve miles long。〃
〃We could try the coast highway or a back road； or maybe fly；〃 Ellen said hopefully。
〃I think Ellen's right； Bill；〃 Terry said tentatively。 〃I've got a boy in Portland。 I need to know if he's all right。〃
Bill was a hard person to disagree with。 He didn't use verbal gymnastics。 He just spoke with logic and certainty and Terry's own doubts convinced him Bill was right。
〃I say the best way to help your boy is to find out what has happened。 Help me take this kid to Washington and I'll help you find your boy。 We can fly that kid out to Washington and fly back by the time you could find a way to Portland。 It's only going to get worse。 People will panic soon。 Are you ready to deal with looters and people scared beyond reason？〃
Terry was weakening and it showed on his face； but Ellen was even more resolved；
〃We've got to help our son； Terry； don't let him…〃
〃What about your daughter？〃 Bill countered。 〃What's her name？〃
〃Carolyn；〃 Angie cut in。
〃Yeah； Carolyn；〃 Bill continued。 〃She's in the Washington； D。C。； area； isn't she？ What about her？〃
〃I don't know； Bill；〃 Terry stammered。
〃I can get us a helicopter。〃
That did it。 Terry wasn't even sure he could find another way into Portland。 Ellen； however； was outraged。 She stopped talking to him entirely； and when he left she didn't say goodbye。
Bill used his military ID and three phone calls to get Kenny Randall released in his custody。 The same procedure got them a Piper Cub at the Medford Airport and a military 707 at Mountain Home Air Force Base in Idaho。 Now Terry found himself baby…sitting a sleeping Kenny as he reconsidered his decision。
Kenny stirred； momentarily distracting Terry。 Kenny's eyes moved rapidly back and forth under the lids。 Kenny was dreaming； and that meant he'd be awake soon。 Terry wondered whether Kenny's dream could be more fantastic than the events of the last two days。
Bill had been up front talking with the pilots and returned with a grim look。
〃It's worse than I thought。 The pilots are picking up reports from all over the country 。 。 。 strange reports… Huge sheets of ice； deserts appearing out of nowhere； floods。 There's also another missing city report。 New York。〃
Terry's heart twisted in his chest。 One missing city report seemed fantastic； two somehow seemed credible。
〃Any response yet？〃 Bill gestured toward Kenny。
〃No。 But he's ing out of it。 He's dreaming。 You have to be in a light stage of sleep to dream。 Once he wakes up he'll be lucid for a few minutes。 But the more thinking he does； the more anxiety he will feel。 He'll handle that anxiety by shutting out the outside world。 We better know what we want to ask right when he wakes。 We may get only one chance。〃
〃Let him sleep。 We're almost to Washington； and I have a doctor standing by to meet us。〃
Bill and Terry spent the next twenty minutes writing down questions。 They decided on a strategy to build Kenny's ego； confirming he was right and then manipulating his paranoid tendencies to get the information they needed。
〃Where am I？〃
The sound of Kenny's voice rang like a slap across the face。 He was looking around the cabin。 He seemed generally confused； but not psychotic。
Immediately； Bill employed their plan。
〃I'm Bill Conrad and this is Terry Roberts。 And you're on your way to Washington； D。C。 The President wants to meet you and shake your hand。〃
Kenny now looked confused and pleased； but disbelieving。
〃That's right； Kenny。 You warned people。 You did your best to save people。 How did you manage to figure it out like that？〃
Suddenly Kenny lunged at the window； trying to see the ground below。 Then he unbuckled his seat belt and ran from window to window； finally settling in a seat toward the rear of the plane； his nose pressed against the window。 Terry sat beside him and Bill leaned over from the seat in front。 Suddenly Kenny's head snapped around to look at Terry。
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