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He doesn’t move Only his eyes flit back and forth on lance at the clock and jump toat 7:04 prab the Elvira wig "I gotta go" I slip s back "But, Jules, this is cra--I mean, this is, ah"

"It’s okay if you don’t believefor the second time today "I just have to do this, and I’ll--I’ll see you later I’ll be at Angotti’s Don’t tell them--Mom and Dad--unlessunless it’s absolutely necessary"

"Jules, you’re talking scary Just sit tight, okay? Stay here I’et Mom"

"Trey," I say, and I’ve never been otti, I will never, ever forgive you If I’otti’s or tothen But if I’m not crazy, and this crash is really about to happen, I have to do so this vision thing won’t totally leave ht thing And right now, I’--that’s all I’m sure of" I look at hione, or I’m totally screwed Okay?"

He shakes his head at me, a perplexed look on his face "Jesus, Jules" He leans over and grips the back of the desk chair and gives it a little shake

"You said that already" I grab his arm "Trey, come on Don’t doubt uess we’ll find out

"We should call the police, then," he says, turning back to face me

"And tell them what? That a crash is about to happen? Yeah, that’ll work" Worry grips his face, and I totally understand why, but I’ out of tio out the door, but et at least one person to sort of believeelse will be messed up

He just shakes his head, and I can hear his phone vibrating in his pocket He checks it "Moent look "Okay," he says finally "I’ll cover for you Just don’t do anything stupid, don’t be Superman, and call ht?"

Electricity surges through me, like I’ve won a battle "Thanks I’ll call you I pro, coat, and keys and fly to the door

"Wait," he says He looks around the dining room frantically "Hold up a sec You need" He spies so a red box fro an avalanche, and opens it--it’s a toolbox "You need this," he says, handing as valve A quarter turn will shut it off Do it and get the hell out of there Prorab hi him a quick kiss on the cheek, which he doesn’t even wipe off "See you in a bit" And then I turn and go down the steps as quietly as I can and escape out the door to the alley and hop into loved Mickey Mouse hands point at the six Thirty-four iant meatballs around town, and the route that nor because of the snow and the cars I want to barrel right over the wheel Finally I drive past Angotti’s, and iant puffy crepe-paper pendant-like hearts that look likewell, apparently they look like light fixtures fro

But I don’t have tis I drive to the street where the snoill come from At 6:41, I park a couple blocks away so nobody sees my truck

I take outwhat he’ll think ofThe explosion is TONIGHT at 7:04 Please, SawyerI won’t bother you again, I just had to tell you Get out of there"

I don’t have ti on my head, and fly out of the truck and down the street in the snow I pass the sign and glance at the fire hydrant across the street The snow level isn’t right--it’s too low--and I almost stop, but the vision’s frequency ra I reach the back of the building and sneak along it, edging under the , praying that nobody coas meter, it’s covered in snoipe it clean and look for the lever that Trey described to me Finally I find it, but it’s encased in ice I try to break the ice around it with e I chip away at the ice with the Crescent wrench, cringing at every noise it loves off to get a better grasp on the joints around the lever, and I can’t even think about how ers fumble At one point the wrench slips and splits open , blood and all