"Jennie! What is it? Where are you?" John Bruce shouted.
She didn't answer. He started running in the direction from which her scream had come.
He couldn't find her.
"Jennie!"
The stars shifted, the trees bent, the earth twisted, heaved, and rolled. His body was cut with a million knives. There was a whistle in the air.
Then there was silence.
Scoop Martin almost jumped out of bed. He could have sworn the telephone was ringing. But it wasn't. Or was it?
Just another of those nightmares, he decided. He hadn't been sleeping well for over a month. It was hell not to be able to sleep.
He laid down again.