She made a distortion field. Invisible, she rushed to the door. She paused, returned for her handbag. Holding it, she passed through the door.
I haven't got time to beat reason into his head, she thought. I'll tend to him later.
Half way down the stairs, she suddenly became visible.
CHAPTER VII
Oh, damn! she thought. This happened once before. How long will it last this time?
A great chill exploded in her body.
... suppose—?
Now she ran in earnest. Her legs moved like pistons. The few patrons in the lobby glanced up in disapproval. At the door she almost bowled over a young man with a brown sack full of quarts of beer.
Once in the street, she stopped and darted frightened glances about her. It was growing dark. Neon winked. The street was unnatural and brittle under the artificial lights. Well dressed women, serious and unsmiling (serenely confident that they were being mistaken for movie stars) walked beside athletic escorts; sales girls and office clerks window shopped intently.