an IBM-AT with 60 megabytes and $200,000 house in the hillsnotwithstanding, Gary would have driven you to leave him within twomonths by his assumption that he could interrupt whatever you were doingto keep him company, and you’d have quit your job and moved to another town.Or else, she thought with a shiver, you’d be so chicken of change you’dstill be with him.And abruptly, the corridor lights went out.Joanna stopped and swung around, feeling that the blood in her veinshad turned to water. In brownish gloom, the corridor stretched empty behindher. Far back at the rear of the building, she could see the yellow glow of crossing hallway lights—ahead of her, the corridor stretched for another twenty yards or so, to the dim illumination around the corner that led towardthe hall to the main lobby.
Just this section,
Just a fuse . . .
Terror breathed over her, like the wind from a half-open door thatlooked into the pits of eternity, unreasonable, shocking; she had to fight it tokeep from breaking into a panic run.
It’s just the lights going out,
she toldherself, it’s stupid to be afraid. . . .Down some hallway to her left, she heard the stealthy slip of footfalls.
she thought, hoping against hope, but knew that Gary never walked with that effort at silence. She hastened forward, her heart pounding,her hand sliding down to the handle of the hammer again, knowing it woulddo her no good. There was something else here, something past ordinaryfear, a terrible knowledge that hummed over her screaming nerves.
Do I run?
Or is this just what it’s like to go insane? Were