Malone looked at the book again. With an effort, he forced everything out of his mind except the picture. Burris' face came back once or twice, but he managed to get rid of it. He looked at the lopsided drawings that represented various items in the room, and made himself concentrate solely on visualizing the objects themselves and their surroundings.
Then, as the picture became clearer and achieved more reality, he began going over the other mental exercises that Dorothea had taught him.
He heard a clock tick.
It was gone.
There was nothing but the picture, and the room it stood for ... nothing ... nothing....
The lights went out.
Malone blinked and jerked his head up from the notebook. "What hap—" he began.
And then he stopped.