"How can you be scared of love?"
"Love? This isn't love. It's—it's like anger. It's—I've never known anything like this!"
"Let yourself know. Please."
He closed his eyes. His lips trembled. "I—I felt like I was going to die," he whispered.
Suddenly he turned and stared at the Tevee.
He knows, she thought dully. He knows I'm what I am underneath. But he doesn't know that he knows. He can't admit what seems impossible.
He gasped. His body jerked. She looked at the Tevee frame. There was nothing on it suddenly but a frightening, wavering, milky emptiness.
And a voice; a voice without a face.
"Due to the possibility of an immediate air-raid, Tevee is dead. All transportation is stopped. Those of you who were thoughtful and cooperative enough with your sponsor to order our emergency entertainment projectors will now turn them on. It will greatly decrease anxiety. Red-out regulations will be in effect for two hours."
Kelsey's face was gray. "Air-raid," he whispered. "It's here. It's really here!"