The haze hesitated, while the sense of danger mounted. Then it was gone, as if the beast in his head had found no answer.
Suddenly the gray sedan lifted again, to a height of fifty feet above the tallest building. It shot forward, hesitated, and came down softly on a deserted side-road in Central Park.
His mind felt as if it were going to split. Dan and Ellen stared at him speechlessly.
You can't survive alone! No power is enough by itself! They'll get you! You are your own death-sentence! RUN! DON'T RUN!
Hawkes put his hand to his splitting skull, trying to force words through the agonies of pain, while slow understanding began to reach him.
"Dan! The scientists ... get me there!"
Then his mind seemed to clamp down on itself, and he was unconscious. He could protect himself from almost anything—except his own brain!
e was conscious of no pain, but only of irritation. There was a needle in his arm, and he removed it!