Then her vision began to work in a strange way that felt more like a sixth sense. She was "seeing" what was going on in the room, even though her eyes were shut. Or perhaps they weren't. She didn't know and she was still strapped to the gurney, so she had no way to check.
"Kristy," Winston Bartlett said dismay in his voice, "you shouldn't be in here. You should be resting."
"What the hell are you doing down here?" Van de Vliet demanded. The pitch of his voice had noticeably gone up.
Who? Ally wondered. Who's he talking to?
There are definitely new people in the room.
"Come on, Ally," said a voice in her ear, urgent. This time she knew who it was. It was Stone. "Damn them all. I'm getting you out of here. Now."
Friday, April 10
10:07 p.m.