"Gregg! Why, Anita!"
"Snap! You're all right? We struck—the air is escaping."
He pushed me away. He tried to stand. "I'm all right. I was up a minute ago. Gregg, it's getting cold. Where is she? I had her here—she wasn't killed. I spoke to her."
Irrational!
"Snap!" I held him, shook him. "Snap, old fellow!"
He said, normally. "Easy, Gregg. I'm all right now."
Anita gripped him. "Who, Snap?"
"She! There she is."
Another figure was here! On the grid-floor by the door oval. A figure partly shrouded in a broken invisible cloak and hood. An invisible cloak! I saw a white face with opened eyes regarding me. The face of a girl.