Таинственная история Билли Миллигана

           Thenicemanwalkedbackwithhimtothebigbuildingwiththepillarsonit.

           "Wereyougoingtojump,Billy?"someoneaskedhim.

           Helookedupatastrangelady.Arthurhadtoldhimnevertotalktostrangers.Buthecouldtelltherewasalotofexcitementintheward,andpeoplewerelookingathimandtalkingabouthim,andhedecidedtogotosleepandletsomeoneelsehavethespot...

           Allenwalkedthewardthatevening,wonderingwhathadhappened.Hisdigitalwatchsaidtenforty-five.Hehadn’tbeenoutforalongtime,satisfied,alongwiththeothers,tolistenandlearnfromtheTeacher’sstoryoftheirlives.Itwasasifeachofthemhadpossessedjustafewpiecesinthegiantpuzzleofconsciousness,butnowtheTeacher,intryingtomakethewriterseeitclearlybyputtingitalltogether,hadmadeallofthemawareofthelivestheyhadlived.TherewerestillgapsbecausetheTeacherhadn’ttoldeverything,justthememoriesthatwouldanswerthewritersquestions.

           ButnowtheTeacherwasgone,andthelinesofcommunicationbetweentheTeacherandthewriter,andbetweenhimselfandtheothers,werebroken.Allenfeltconfusedandalone.

           "Whatsthematter,Billy?"oneofthefemalepatientsasked.

           Helookedather."I’mkindagroggy.GuessItooktoomanypills,"hesaid."IthinkI’llgotosleepearly.