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shouldn't be so eager to blame yourself for the kid's condition。〃
〃Maybe you're right； but I still…〃
〃I am right；〃 he said。 〃There's no maybe about it。 Give yourself a break； Dr。 Tracy。〃
A woman with a sharp； nasal voice paged Dr。 Hannaport on the hospital's tinny public address system。
〃Thank you for your time；〃 Carol said。 〃You've been more than kind。〃
〃e back this evening and talk to the girl if you want。 I'm sure you'll find she doesn't blame you one bit。〃
He turned and hurried across the gaudy lounge； in answer to the page's call； the tails of his white lab coat fluttered behind him。
Carol went to the pay phones and called her office。 She explained the situation to her secretary； Thelma； and arranged for the rescheduling of the patients she had intended to see today。 Then she dialed home； and Paul answered on the third ring。
〃You just caught me as I was going out the door；〃 he said。 〃I've got to drive down to O'Brian's office and pick up a new set of application papers。 Ours
were lost in the mess yesterday。 So far； this has been a day I should have slept through。〃
〃Ditto on this end；〃 she said。
〃What's wrong？〃
She told him about the accident and briefly summarized her conversation with Dr。 Hannaport。
〃It could have been worse；〃 Paul said。 〃At least we can be thankful no one was killed or crippled。〃
〃That's what everyone keeps telling me： 'It could have been worse； Carol。' But it seems plenty bad enough to me。〃
〃Are you all right？〃
〃Yeah。 I told you。 I wasn't even scratched。〃
〃I don't mean physically。 I mean； are you together emotionally？ You sound shaky。〃
〃I am。 Just a little。〃
〃I'll e to the hospital；〃 he said。
〃No； no。 That's not necessary。〃
〃Are you sure you should drive？〃
〃I drove here after the accident without trouble； and I'm feeling better now than I did then。 I'll be okay。 What I'm going to do is； I'm going over to Grace's house。 She's only a mile from here； it's easier than going home。 I have to sponge off my clothes； dry them out； and press them。 I need a shower； too。 I'll probably have an early dinner with Grace； if that's all right by her； and then I'll e back here during visiting hours this evening。〃
〃When will you be home？〃
〃Probably not until eight or eight…thirty。〃
〃I'll miss you。〃
〃Miss you； too。〃
〃Give my best to Grace；〃 he said。 〃And tell her I think she is the next Nostradamus。〃
〃What's that supposed to mean？〃
〃Grace called a while ago。 Said she had two nightmares recently； and you figured in both。 She was afraid something was going to happen to you。〃
〃Seriously？〃
〃Yeah。 She was embarrassed about it。 Afraid I'd think she was getting senile or something。〃
〃You told her about the lightning yesterday？〃
〃Yeah。 But she felt something else would happen； something bad。〃
〃And it did。〃
〃Creepy； huh？〃
〃Decidedly；〃 Carol said。 She remembered her own nightmare： the black void； the flashing； silvery object drawing nearer； nearer。
〃I'm sure Grace'll tell you all about it；〃 Paul said。 〃And I'll see you this evening。〃
〃I love you；〃 Carol said。
〃Love you； too。〃
She put down the phone and went outside to the parking lot。
Gray…black thunderheads churned across the sky； but only a thin rain was falling now。 The wind was still cold and sharp； it sang in the power lines overhead； sounding like a swarm of angry wasps。
***
The semiprivate room had two beds； but the second one was not currently in use。 At the moment； no nurse was present either。 The girl was alone。
She lay under a crisp white sheet and a creamcolored blanket； staring at the acoustic…tile ceiling。 She had a headache； and she could feel each dully throbbing； burning cut and abrasion on her battered body； but she knew she was not seriously hurt。
Fear； not pain； was her worst enemy。 She was frightened by her inability to remember who she was。 On the other hand； she was plagued by the inexplicable yet unshakable feeling that it would be foolish and exceedingly dangerous to remember her past。 Without knowing why； she suspected that full remembrance would be the death of her…an odd notion that she found more frightening than anything else。
She knew her amnesia wasn't the result of the accident。 She had a misty recollection of walking along the street in the rain a minute or two before she had blundered in front of the Volkswagen。 Even then； she had been disoriented； afraid； unable to remember her name； utterly unfamiliar with the strange city in which she found herself and unable to recall how she had gotten there。 The thread of her memory definitely had begun unraveling prior to the accident。
She wondered if it was possible that her amnesia was like a shield； protecting her from something horrible in the past。 Did forgetfulness somehow equal safety？
Why？ Safety from what？
What could… I be running from？ she asked herself。
She sensed that recovery of her identity was possible。 In fact her memories seemed almost within her grasp。 She felt as though the past lay at the bottom of a dark hole； close enough to touch； all she had to do was summon sufficient strength and courage to poke her hand into that lightless place and grope for the truth； without fear of what might bite her。
However； when she tried hard to remember； when she probed into that hole； her fear grew and grew until it was no longer just ordinary fear； it became incapacitating terror。 Her stomach knotted； and her throat swelled tight； and she broke out in a greasy sweat； and she became so dizzy that she nearly fainted。
On the edge of unconsciousness； she saw and heard something disturbing； alarming…a fuzzy fragment of a dream； a vision…which she couldn't quite identify but which frightened her nonetheless。 The vision was posed of a single sound and a single； mysterious image。 The image was hypnotic but simple：
a quick flash of light； a silvery glimmer from a not…quite…visible object that was swinging back and forth in deep shadows； a gleaming pendulum； perhaps。 The sound was hard…edged and threatening but not identifiable； a loud hammering noise； yet more than that。
Thunk！ Thunk！ Thunk！
She jerked； quivered； as if something had struck her。
Thunk！
She wanted to scream； couldn't。
She realized that her hands were fisted and that they were full of twisted； sweat…soaked sheets。
Thunk！
She stopped trying to remember who she was。
Maybe it's better that I don't know； she thought。
Her heartbeat gradually slowed to normal； and she was able to draw her breath without wheezing。 Her stomach unknotted。
The hammering sound faded。
After a while she looked at the window。 A flock of large； black birds reeled across the turbulent sky。
What's going to happen to me？ she wondered。
Even when the nurse came in to see how she was doing； and even when the doctor joined the nurse a moment later； the girl felt utterly； dishearteningly alone。
5
GRACE'S kitchen smelled of coffee and warm spice cake。 Rain washed down the window； obscuring the view of the rose garden that lay behind the house。
〃I've never believed in clairvoyance or premonitions。〃
〃Neither have I；〃 Grace said。 〃But now I wonder。 After all； I have two nightmare