"Now, you be good, and sleep tight, and I'll see you in the morning." Her hand passed over a glowing stud and the room light dimmed to a quiet glow. Lying there in the bed, he did look like a teddy bear, a dear little teddy bear. She was so happy.
"Good night, Mr. Symmes."
She closed the door.
Outside, bells were ringing.
"Happy New Year."
The ceiling stared back at him.
The mad sound of people crazed for the moment, shouting, echoed the bells.
"Happy New Year!"
He turned his head to one side.