"No change," said Gibson's voice.
Another period of time had dragged its way past me like a sluggish snake.
"What o'clock?" I heard myself ask.
Gibson looked at his watch.
"Quarter of two," he told me, snapping the case shut. "I saw Dr. Weymarth just before I left."
"What did he say?"
Gibson's eyes shifted from mine, which vainly tried to hold them.
"No change," he repeated.
"Was that all?"
Gibson's eyes returned to mine for an instant and shifted again.