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[OOM: "This is Harold Emery Lauder speaking. I do this of my own free will."]
"Tornado!" Tom shouted, his face contorted with fear. "There's a tornado coming!"
M-O-O-N, that spells twister, Nick thinks dazedly, and blinks in the dark.
Don't close the door, Tom. There's someone down here.
But the perfect blackness doesn't fade, and Nick wonders if perhaps that flash hadn't rendered him blind now, as well as deaf and dumb, but then he blinks again and realizes that it isn't really that dark, not a tarry blackness, but a dimming gray that resolutes itself into a door.
Tom! he thinks, angrily. I told you not to close that damn door!
So he reaches forward, and opens it. But the place he sees is not the living room, and the people there are not the member of the Boulder Free Zone.
And out the smooth sweep of glass that makes up a viewing window, Nick Andros sees something he's never seen in all his life.
"Tornado!" Tom shouted, his face contorted with fear. "There's a tornado coming!"
M-O-O-N, that spells twister, Nick thinks dazedly, and blinks in the dark.
Don't close the door, Tom. There's someone down here.
But the perfect blackness doesn't fade, and Nick wonders if perhaps that flash hadn't rendered him blind now, as well as deaf and dumb, but then he blinks again and realizes that it isn't really that dark, not a tarry blackness, but a dimming gray that resolutes itself into a door.
Tom! he thinks, angrily. I told you not to close that damn door!
So he reaches forward, and opens it. But the place he sees is not the living room, and the people there are not the member of the Boulder Free Zone.
And out the smooth sweep of glass that makes up a viewing window, Nick Andros sees something he's never seen in all his life.