There was sudden thunder behind him. He turned.
Through a haze of giant mosquitoes he saw a mountain of a beast advancing toward him, tiny forepaws clutching the air, vast head opening to reveal foot-long teeth.
He started to run, but even as he did so he knew it was fruitless. In the steamy jungle sweat poured down him like summer rain. The hot breath of the tyrannosaur was only feet behind him.
Hendriks turned, looked up. The mighty jaws were opening; the knife-like teeth beckoned.
"No!" he screamed "No!"
Suddenly all went blank.
He sat in numbed silence for an instant, realizing he was back in the theater.
The voice in his ear said, "There will be a brief intermission before proceeding with the remaining half of the program. Please remain in your seats to avoid confusion. Thank you."
Hendriks shook his head wearily; he was dizzy, utterly exhausted. His stiff white shirt had lost all its starch. He was bathed in sweat. His hands shook. His fingernails, he noticed, had been chewed to the quick. He felt as if he had been to hell and back.