"We've got to do something."
Pete lowered his arm wearily. "Yeah—we've got to do something. Where there's nothing that can be done. What are we—miracle workers?"
"We've got to do something."
"Sure—finish out the watch and then get some sleep."
Lorry awoke with the lowering sun in her window. It was a blood red sun. She picked up the phone by her bedside. "Room 307 Resident's extension."
Pete answered drowsily. Lorry said, "Tell me—did I dream, or did it really happen."
"I was going to ask you the same thing. I guess it happened. What are you doing?"
"Lying in bed."
"So am I. But two different beds. Things are done all wrong."