And then I see way down at the edge of the factory, a strange man standing over the body of another. He�s tall and black, and wearing a grayish t-shirt. His face seems elegant and leonine, with a long nose and tight curly hair. He looks at me and smiles, and then begins to make his way across the aisles to me, stepping high through gaps in the machines. I feel a little dizzy, and rooted to the spot, like those bad dreams that you have as a kid. I can�t tell whether or not he�s killed the other man, but the body is lying incredibly still. He�s halfway across the long row when the woman in the ceiling begins to scream.
This is a loud sound, and it jolts me, slightly. The black man looks up and grins at her, and she shouts across the long blank space from sky to floor that he is a coward, and he smiles again, as though to undermine her words, and makes the �crazy� gesture with his free hand. But the scream shook me out of a long funk, and I turn to leave.
Except the door isn�t there anymore. The door isn�t there anymore. And I panic, slightly, and then see brushed steel from the corner of my eye and realize that I turned to a different wall. My feet move quickly, like when I ran with Andrew, and I get to the door is no time, in such a way that I feel I dreamt it. The door is locked.
And then there is a long arm reaching out to me, and I panic, but before I can gulp the air to scream I�m in a different room and Andrew�s smooth arm is across my mouth. �Shut up!� he hisses, and I stop trying to bite him.
The room is cold and dark, with a chair in the middle that I trip over. There�s someone sitting in it, and it�s Alison. She gently pinches my elbow skin between two fingers and asks what I�m going to do now. I tell her that I don�t know, but I�ll let her know when I do. The room is far too dark, and Andrew is pacing in front of the door like a pent-up dog.