Chapter 25

Death, he understood at last, was the great enemy. Not Ken Doll or Se?or: They were amateurs. It was death that offered the greatest challenge. And death now was everywhere, waiting for him at every turn.

He tried to reenter the lobby, only to encounter a young woman whose face mirrored his own revulsion. She stepped back, Eurydice in the shadows. But he pulled her toward him.

“No, no, I can’t,” she screamed.

“You can,” Jade said. “You can and you will. Otherwise, you’ll die here with all of them. And we’re not going to die, you and I. Not now. Not today.”

He had lost sight of Lowell and the others. He hoped they were thinking of what he was—getting the hell out of there. At the moment—and he hated to admit it—he didn’t care. All he knew was that he was going forward, and he was going to take this shrieking woman with him, even if he had to carry her.

He stepped as gingerly as he could, trying not to look around.