He drew back, sickened. Miss Evans did not stir.
He moved on. He pushed against a desk. The desk collapsed into rotting dust. Earl Hendricks stood by the water cooler, a cup in his hand. He was a gray statue, unmoving. Nothing stirred. No sound. No life. The whole office was gray dust — without life or motion.
Ed found himself out in the corridor again. He shook his head, dazed. What did it mean? Was he going out of his mind? Was he — ?
A sound.
Ed turned, peering into the gray mist. A creature was coming, hurrying rapidly. A man — a man in a white robe. Behind him others came. Men in white, with equipment. They were lugging complex machinery.
"Hey — " Ed gasped weakly.
The men stopped. Their mouths opened. Their eyes popped.
"Look!"
"Something's gone wrong!"
"One still charged."