He looked out at the twilight city. A lone star sparkled in the sky. He stared upwards.
"My God," he said softly to himself.
He crossed to the teletype, switched the current on. He began typing his notes on it for the benefit of Washington.
Back in the hotel room, Julia released Walt. Free, he stood up uncertainly.
"I think you'll help me," she said levelly. "I disconnected the bridge in your mind; I'm going to leave it that way. I can't afford not to. But am I right, Walt?"
"I'm not sure. I, I'll have to see."
"We're going to fly to Washington tonight."
"Washington?"
"The seat of the government. You clean up in the bathroom, now. But hurry. We'll have to catch a plane out of here at eight o'clock. It's after six."