Paul sat quietly, beginning to HAVE AN IDEA His conscious mind returned - THE DOCTOR IS IN - and picked the idea up like a letter pushed through the mail-slot in a door.
The two men wept in each others arms like tired children, while in some other room Miserys child, a boy now almost a day old and still unnamed, awoke and began to cry. He had not put anything under there since the knife, and he did not intend to leave the lighter fluid there long, but it would have to stay there for the rest of the day.