"What—"
"Come with me. I guarantee you've never seen anything like it."
He tossed the laptop onto the bed, then swung his feet around and settled them onto the floor. She noticed that the room was a pale blue, with white linoleum. There was a pair of white slippers next to the bed.
He slipped them on and then opened the door and grabbed her wheelchair.
The hallway felt colder now, yet it was also stifling, as though someone had drawn the air out of it.
"There's nothing we can do," Stone said.
There was a hint of madness in his voice. It was as if he were trying to convince himself that he was still sane, and it wasn't working. He was just barely holding it together.
Then she realized he was about to go into intensive care, where Kristen had been.
"So Kristen's still here?"
"Oh, you'd better believe it," he said. "She is most definitely still here."