The invasion. For the first time since she'd left the hotel it reoccurred to her.
Oh, Lord! she thought. How much time before that! She dropped her cigarette and ground it out.
The clerk was bending over, comparing signatures.
I've got to do something about the invasion! I've got to tell somebody! But ... but ... how can I ever convince anyone?
They'd think I was crazy. They'd detain me for questioning. They'd lock me up. If they did, he could come upon me and I couldn't even run!
Her face was bloodless. If I had my powers back....
She began to pace. Two steps one way; two steps back; two steps the other way.
I could ... I could show them how to operate on a human to make the bridge; I could talk to a surgeon....
Could I?
Her mind was fuzzy. It was no longer easy to remember. So many compartments were no longer available.