Dec. 24th, 2007

ladyfirestarter: (listening)
Charlie turns away from the little kitchenette's counter, and carries the two mugs of cocoa over to the couch.

"So you think it's helping, then? Cumulatively?"
ladyfirestarter: (clutching head)
They all feel it at the same time, roughly five in the afternoon -- evening, this close to the turn of the winter.

At first it's no more than flickers, vague premonitions of danger too attenuated to tell them anything beyond something's wrong. It goes through the campus like ripples chasing one another through a field of grain, until everyone's slightly on edge, staff and kids alike, without being certain why.

It doesn't stop there, though, because enough of them have grown up with these premonitions and learned to trust them. Fred Towne exchanges a glance over his desk with Charlie McGee; Mark Bell says a worried word to Laura Towne; Eric VanAllsburg and Kate Welker come together to speak to Ted Brautigan. And abruptly the good-mind is linked and building rapidly, the ripples in the field reversing direction and converging on one spot like pupils contracting, and they can see --

(vans garage men gunfire glass blood SUSANNAH --)




The phone call to the Tet Corporation goes out at 5:23pm.

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