But why, when the force controlling her bridge had vanished, had Walt's bridge remained intact? She reviewed all the information she had.
There are two compartments of mutants on the alien ship.
Then each compartment must have its own ... frequency. The aliens selected Walt, she thought, to kill me because his bridge operated on a different frequency than mine.
Speechless the farmer had watched her heal Walt; now he relaxed under the soothing fingers of her thought. He felt the bone in his arm being made whole again.
He no longer needed to cough.
She tried to create a bridge in his brain; but she could not; it was outside the pattern. If she were to give him one, it would require surgery.
She was once again in the seat beside him.
"You're a, you're an angel," he said. Awe made his voice hollow. "I'll be God damned if you're not an honest to Jesus, real live angel."
"I'm human."