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' 'That might be, but if you expect me to help you, you're mad. Lawrence Talbot sat up on the operating table. A little apprehensive, too. The one on the left still says PLEASE LIMIT ALL CALLS TO 5 MINS, but the one on the right now says WHY NOT GO OUTSIDE IT'S COOLER.

'You would do that?' she asks again, and this time Beaver has no trouble reading her tone; she is incredyouwhatsis, the word that means you can't fuckin believe it. Jonesy had no idea if Mr Gray understood the significance of the lightbars on top or not. Overhead, the fluorescents flicker on and off, giving the place a stuttery, hallucinatory look. There is no hurry; sooner or later it will dissolve the shell over that last kernel of pure uninvaded Jonesy, and then it will know everything it wants to know.