"... raswilopreatadvuonistuwurncchtusanlgkelglawwalinom...."
"I can't understand," he cried wildly. "What do you want?"
"... morofelcovisyanmamiwurlectaunntous."
He heard a faint sound behind him, and whirled. It was the first time he had realized that Lorelei had followed him. She stood there, swaying, very pale, looking at the red Invaders. Her eyes swiveled slowly....
"Opreniktoulestritifenrelngetnaktwiltoctpre."
His voice was hoarse. "Don't look! Don't—Go back!" The horrible, mindless noise in his throat was almost beyond his power to repress. His insides writhed to thrust it out.
She didn't see him. Her eyes glazed, and she dropped limply to the floor.
The scream came out then. Before he knew, even, that he could hold it back no longer, his mouth was wide open, his muscles tensed, his fingernails slicing his palms. It echoed with unbelievable volume in the room. It was a scream to split eardrums; a scream to wake the dead.
Somebody said, "Doctor!"