SUZY
By WATSON PARKER
[Transcriber Note: This etext was produced from Amazing Stories March 1960. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Her voice was his only link with sanity. It was a beautiful voice. He never really thought what she might be.
"Suzy, Suzy, Suzy!"
Whit Clayborne looked at the luminous face of the bulkhead clock for the hundredth time that day. Sweat started out on his forehead, and he gripped his face with a convulsed hand, moaning in helpless anguish.
"Suzy, Suzy, Suzy!"
The clock clicked impersonally in the darkness, and Whit moaned again.