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n alien species can even suffer insanity the way we can； or that it's capable of multiple personalities？ These are all strictly human concepts。〃
She nodded。 〃You're right； of course。 But at the moment； this theory's the only one that makes sense to me。 Until something happens to disprove it； I've got to operate on the assumption that we're not dealing with a rational being。〃
With his free hand； he reached out and increased the gas flow to the wicks in the Coleman lantern； providing more light。 〃Jesus； I've got a bad case of the creeps；〃 he said； shivering。
〃Join the club。〃
〃If it is schizo； and if it slips into the identity of The Enemy and can't get back out。 。 。 what might it do to us？〃 〃I don't even want to think about that；〃 Holly said。 〃If it's as intellectually superior to us as it seems to be； if it's from a long…lived race with experience and knowledge that makes the whole of the human experience seem like a short story pared to the Great Books of the Western World； then it sure as hell knows some tortures and cruelties that would make Hitler and Stalin and Pol Pot look like Sunday…school teachers。〃
He thought about that for a moment； even though he tried not to。
The chocolate doughnuts he had eaten lay in an undigested； burning wad in his stomach。
Holly said； 〃When it es back…〃 〃For God's sake；〃 he interrupted； 〃no more adversarial tactics！〃 〃I screwed up；〃 she admitted。 〃But the adversarial approach was the correct one； I just carried it too far。 I pushed too hard。 When it es back； I'll modify my technique。〃
He supposed he had more fully accepted her insanity theory than he was willing to acknowledge。 He was now in a cold sweat about what The Friend might do if their behavior tipped it into its other； darker identity。
〃Why don't we jettison confrontation altogether； play along with it； stroke its ego； keep it as happy as we…〃 〃That's no good。 You can't control madness by indulging it。 That only creates more and deeper madness。 I suspect any nurse in a mental institution would tell you the best way to deal with potentially violent paranoid is to be nice； respectful； but firm。〃 He withdrew his hand from hers because his palms were clammy。 He blotted them on his shirt。
The mill seemed unnaturally silent； as if it were in a vacuum where sound could not travel； sealed in an immense bell jar； on display in a museum in a land of giants。 At another time Jim might have found the silence disturbing； but now he embraced it because it probably meant The Friend was sleeping or at least preoccupied with concerns other than them。
〃It wants to do good；〃 he said。 〃It might be insane； and it might be violent and even evil in its second identity； a regular Dr。 Jekyll and Mr。
Hyde。 But like Dr。 Jekyll it really wants to do good。 At least we've got that going for us。〃
She thought about it a moment。 〃Okay； I'll give you that one。 And when it es back； I'll try to pry some truth out of it。〃
〃What scares me most…is there really anything we can learn from it that could help us？ Even if it tells us the whole truth about everything； if it's insane it's going to turn to irrational violence sooner or later。〃
She nodded。 〃But we gotta try。〃
They settled into an uneasy silence。
When he looked at his watch； Jim saw that it was ten minutes past one in the morning。 He was not sleepy。 He didn't have to worry about drifting off and dreaming and thereby opening a doorway； but he was physically drained。 Though he had not done anything but sit in a car and drive； then sit or stand in the high room waiting for revelations； his muscles ached as if he had put in ten hours of heavy manual labor。
His face felt slack with weariness； and his eyes were hot and grainy。
Extreme stress could be every bit as debilitating as strenuous physical activity。
He found himself wishing The Friend would never return； wishing not in an idle way but with the wholehearted mitment of a young boy wishing that an uping visit to the dentist would not transpire。 He put every fiber of his being into the wish； as if convinced； the way a kid sometimes could be； that wishes really did now and then e true。
He remembered a quote from Chazal； which he had used when teaching a literature unit on the supernatural fiction of Poe and Hawthorne： Extreme terror gives us back the gestures of our childhood If he ever went back into the classroom； he would be able to teach that unit a hell of a lot better； thanks to what had happened to him in the old windmill。
At 1：25 The Friend disproved the value of wishing by putting in a sudden appearance。 This time no bells heralded its approach。 Red light blossomed in the wall； like a burst of crimson paint in clear water。
Holly scrambled to her feet。
So did Jim。 He could no longer sit relaxed in the presence of this mysterious being； because he was now more than halfconvinced that at any moment it might strike at them with merciless brutality。
The light separated into many swarms； surged all the way around the room； then began to change from red to amber。
The Friend spoke without waiting for a question： 〃August first Seattle Washington。 Laura Lenaskian； saved from drowning。 She will give birth to u child who will bee a great poser and whose music will give solace to many people in times of trouble。 August eighth。 Peoria； Illinois Doogie Burkette。 He will grow up to be a paramedic in Chicago； where he will do much good and save many lives August twelfth。 Portland Oregon。 Billy Jenkins He will grow up to be a brilliant medical technologist whose inventions will revolutionize medical care〃 Jim met Holly's eyes and did not even have to wonder what she was thinking： the same thing he was thinking。
The Friend was in its testy； I'll show…you mode； and it was providing details which it expected would lend credibility to its extravagant claim to be altering human destiny。 But it was impossible to know if what it said was true…or merely fantasies that it had worked up to support its story。 The important thing； perhaps； was that it seemed to care deeply that they believe it。 Jim had no idea why his or Holly's opinion should matter at all to a being as intellectually superior to them as they were to a field mouse； but the fact that it did evidently matter seemed to be to their advantage。
〃 August twentieth。 The Mojave Desert Nevada。 Lisa and Susan Jawolski 。 Lisa will provide her daughter with the love affection。 and counseling that will make it possible for the girl eventually to overe the severe psychological trauma of her father's murder and grow up to be the greatest woman statesman in the entire history of the world； a force for enlightenment and passionate government policies August twenty…third。 Boston； Massachusetts。 Nicholas O'Conner saved from an electrical…vault explosion。
He will grow up to bee a priest who will dedicate his life to caring for the poor in the slums of India…〃 The Friend's attempt to answer Holly's criticism and present a six grandiose version of its work was childishly transparent。 The Burkette bo was not going to save the world； just be a damned good paramedic； and Nicholas O'Conner was going to be a humble man leading a self effaci