a bit like the air over an open incinerator, shimmering with heat and fragments of burnt paper.
And he could hear two sounds, one overlaying the other. The top one was a silvery sighing. The wind might make a sound like that, Ralph thought, if it learned how to weep. It was a creepy sound, but the one beneath it was actively unpleasant-a slobbery chewing noise, as if a gigantic toothless mouth were ingesting large amounts of soft food somewhere close by.
Lois stopped as they approached the deathbag's dark, particle-flecked skin and turned frightened, apologetic eyes up to Ralph.
When she spoke, it was in a little girl's voice: "I don't think I can go through that." She paused, struggled, and at last brought out the rest. "It's alive, you know. The whole thing. It sees them"-Lois jerked a thumb back over her shoulder to indicate both the people in the parking lot and the news crews closer in to the building-and that's bad, but it also sees us, and that's worse... because it knows that we see it. It doesn't like being seen. Felt, maybe, but not seen.
Now the lower-pitched sound-the slobbery eating soundseemed almost to be articulating words, and the longer Ralph listened, the more sure he became that that was actually the case.
[Geddout-Fuck off Beedit "Ralph," Lois whispered. "Do you hear it?"
[Hatechew. Killyew. Eeechew.] He nodded and took her by the elbow again. "Come on, Lois."
"Come-? Where?"
"Down, All the way."
For a moment she only looked at him, not understanding; then the light dawned and she nodded. Ralph felt the blink happen inside him-a little stronger than the eyelash-flutter of a few moments ago-and suddenly the day around him cleared. The swirling, foggy barrier ahead of them melted away and was gone. Nevertheless, they closed their eyes and held their breath as they approached the place where they knew the edge of the deathbag lay.
Ralph felt Lois's hand tighten on his as she hurried through the invisible barrier, and as he passed through himself, a dark node of tangled memories-the slow death of his wife, the loss of a favorite dog as a child, the sight of Bill McGovern leaning over with one hand pressed against his chest-seemed to first lightly surround his mind and then clamp down on it like a cruel hand. His ears filled with that silvery sobbing sound, so constant and so chillingly vacuous; the weeping voice of a congenital idiot.
Then they were through.
As soon as they had passed beneath the wooden arch on the far side of the parking lot (WE're OFF TO THE RACES AT BASSEY PARK! was printed along its curve), Ralph drew Lois over to a bench and made her sit down, although she insisted vehemently that she was just fine.
"Good, but I need a second or two to get myself back together."
She brushed a lock of hair off his temple and planted a gentle kiss in the hollow beneath. "Take all the time you need, dear heart."
That turned out to be about five minutes. When he felt reasonably confident that he could stand up without coming unlocked at the knees, Ralph took her hand again and they stood up together.
"Did you find it, Ralph? Did you find as trail?"
He nodded. "In order to see it, we have to go up about two jumps.
I tried going up just enough to see the auras at first, because that doesn't seem to speed everything up, but it didn't work. It has to be a little more than that."
"All right."
"But we have to be careful. Because when we can see-"
"We can be seen. Yes. We can't lose track of the time, either."
"Absolutely not. Are you ready?"
"Almost. I think I need another kiss first. just a little one will do."
Smiling, he gave it to her.
"Now I'm ready."
"Okay-here we go."
Blink!
The reddish splotches of spoor led them across the packed-dirt area where the midway stood during County Fair week, then to the racetrack, where the pacers ran from May to September. Lois stood at the chest-high slat fence for a moment, glanced around to make sure the grandstand was empty, and then boosted herself up. She moved with the sweet litheness of a young girl at first, but once she had swung a leg over the top and straddled the fence, she paused. On her face was an expression of mingled surprise and dismay.
["Lois? Are you all right?"]
["Yes, fine. it's my darned old underwear." I guess I've lost weight, because it just won It stay where it belongs!