"It was beautiful out there. I—I found something. It was like—freedom."
"Ah!" The quiet voice breathed satisfaction.
"We gave ourselves so completely. I never felt so complete, so—so free!"
"You want freedom very much, don't you?"
"Yes. I—I think so."
"This woman—you kept calling her Ann. What is her real name? Do you remember it?"
A struggle was taking place deep in the recesses of Hendley's being. He wanted to speak, to answer, but something was straining to contain the words. Her name—her number....
"What was her real name?"
"It was"—the word burst out—"Ann!"
"Ann?" The Investigator frowned. "That's all she told you?"