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No answer Diana tapped at the door again

“Hungry in the dark,” Caine cried in an eerie, warbling voice “Hungry in the dark, hungry in the dark, hungry, hungry”

“Oh, God, are we back to this?” Diana asked herself

During his three-ed in various different ways But this phrase had been the one ry in the dark

She pushed open the door Caine was thrashing in his bed, sheet twisted around his body, ar invisible

Caine had alow once occupied by the headmistress of Coates Acadeed, untrashed spaces at Coates The roo, comfortable bed with satin-soft sheets There were prints of the kind baby booht at Z Gallerie on the walls

Dianalike a lost soul about hunger in the darkness She raised the rooht lit the room

Caine sat up suddenly “What?” he said He blinked hard several times and shivered “Why are you here?”

“You were doing it again,” Diana said

“Doing what?”

“‘Hungry in the dark’ It’s one of your greatest hits Sory in the darkness’ You muttered it, er, and that word: ‘gaiaphage’” She sat down on the edge of his bed “What’s it all mean?”

Caine shrugged “I don’t know”

“The Darkness Drake talks about it, too The thing out in the desert The thing that gave hi that messed up your head”

Caine didn’t say anything

“It’s a monster of some kind, isn’t it?” Diana asked