"Jack," she whispered. "It's eating me."
I said, "I know."
Her voice was just a whisper. "You have to do something."
"I know."
"Jack ... the children ..."
"Okay."
She whispered, "I ... kissed them ..."
I said nothing. I just closed my eyes.
"Jack ... Save my babies ... Jack ..."
"Okay," I said.
I glanced up at the walls and saw, all around me, Julia's face and body stretched and fitted to the room. The particles retained her appearance, but were now flattened onto the walls. And they were still moving, coordinating with the movement of her lips, the blink of her eyes. As I watched, they began to drift back from the walls toward her in a flesh-colored haze. Outside the room, I heard Ricky shouting, "Julia! Julia!" He kicked the door a couple of times, but he didn't come in. I knew he wouldn't dare. I had waited a full minute so the capacitors were charged. He couldn't stop me from pulsing the magnet now. I could do it at will-at least, until the charge ran out. I didn't know how long that would be. "Jack ..."
I looked at her. Her eyes were sad, pleading.
"Jack," she said. "I didn't know ..."
"It's all right," I said. The particles were drifting back, reassembling her face before my eyes. Julia was becoming solid, and beautiful again.
I kicked the knee plate.
Whang!
The particles shot away, flying back to the walls, though not so swiftly this time. And I had the cadaverous Julia in my arms again, her deep-set eyes pleading with me. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out one of the vials of phage. "I want you to drink this," I said.
"No ... no ..." She was agitated. "Too late ... for ..."
"Try," I said. I held the vial to her lips. "Come on, darling. I want you to try."
"No ... please ... Not important ..."
Ricky was yelling: "Julia! Julia!" He pounded on the door. "Julia, are you all right?" The cadaver eyes rolled toward the door. Her mouth worked. Her skeleton fingers plucked at my shirt, scratching the cloth. She wanted to tell me something. I turned my head again, so I could hear.
She breathed shallowly, weakly. I couldn't catch the words. And then suddenly they were clear.
She said, "They have to kill you now."
"I know," I said.
"Don't let them ... Children ..."
"I won't."
Her bony hand touched my cheek. She whispered, "You know I always loved you, Jack. I would never hurt you."
"I know, Julia. I know."
The particles on the walls were drifting free once more. Now they seemed to telescope back, returning to her face and body. I kicked the knee plate once again, hoping for more time with her, but there was only a dull mechanical thunk.
The capacitor was drained.
And suddenly, in a whoosh, all the particles returned, and Julia was full and beautiful and strong as before, and she pushed me away from her with a contemptuous look and said in a loud, firm voice, "I'm sorry you had to see that, Jack."
"So am I," I said.
"But it can't be helped. We're wasting time. I want the bottle of virus, Jack. And I want it right now."
In a way it made everything easier. Because I understood I wasn't dealing with Julia anymore. I didn't have to worry about what might happen to her. I just had to worry about Mae-assuming she was still alive-and me.
And assuming I could stay alive for the next few minutes.
DAY 7
7:12 A.M.
"Okay," I said to her. "Okay. I'll get you the virus."
She frowned. "You've got that look on your face again ..."
"No," I said. "I'm done. I'll take you."
"Good. We'll start with those vials in your pocket."
"What, these here?" I said. I reached into my pocket for them as I went through the door. Outside, Ricky and Vince were waiting for me.
"Very fucking funny," Ricky said. "You know you could have killed her. You could have killed your own wife."
"How about that," I said.
I was still fumbling in my pocket, as if the test tubes were stuck in the cloth. They didn't know what I was doing, so they grabbed me again, Vince on one side and Ricky on the other.
"Guys," I said, "I can't do this if you-"
"Let him go," Julia said, coming out of the room.
"Like hell," Vince said. "He'll pull something."
I was still struggling, trying to bring the tubes out. Finally I had them in my hand. While we struggled, I threw one onto the ground. It smashed on the concrete floor, and brown sludge spattered up.
"Jesus!" They all jumped away, releasing me. They stared at the floor, and bent over to look at their feet, making sure none of it had touched them.
And in that moment, I ran.
* * *
I grabbed the jug from its hiding place, and kept going across the fabrication room. I had to get all the way across the room to the elevator, and ride it up to the ceiling level, where all the basic system equipment was located. Up there, where the air handlers were, and the electrical junction boxes-and the tank for the sprinkler system. If I could reach the elevator and ride it just seven or eight feet in the air, then they couldn't touch me. If I could do that, then my plan would work.
The elevator was a hundred and fifty feet away.
I ran hard, vaulting over the lowest arms of the octopus, ducking beneath the chest-high sections. I glanced back and couldn't see them through the maze of arms and machinery. But I heard the three of them shouting, and I heard running feet. I heard Julia say, "He's going for the sprinklers!" Ahead, I saw the yellow open cage of the elevator. I was going to make it, after all.