Watson

           Youlostyourtemper,Ullmanhadsaid.

           "Okay,here’syourfurnace,"Watsonsaid,turningonalightinthedark,musty-smellingroom.Hewasabeefymanwithfluffypopcornhair,whiteshirt,anddarkgreenchinos.Heswungopenasmallsquaregratinginthefurnace’sbellyandheandJackpeeredintogether."Thishere’sthepilotlight."Asteadyblue-whitejethissingsteadilyupwardchanneleddestructiveforce,butthekeyword,Jackthought,wasdestructiveandnotchanneled:ifyoustuckyourhandinthere,thebarbecuewouldhappeninthreequickseconds.

           Lostyourtemper.

           (Danny,areyouallright?)

           Thefurnacefilledtheentireroom,byfarthebiggestandoldestJackhadeverseen.

           "Thepilot’sgotafail-safe,"Watsontoldhim."Littlesensorintheremeasuresheat.Iftheheatfallsbelowacertainpoint,itsetsoffabuzzerinyourquarters.Boiler’sontheothersideofthewall.I’lltakeyouaround."HeslammedthegratingshutandledJackbehindtheironbulkofthefurnacetowardanotherdoor.Theironradiatedastuporousheatatthem,andforsomereasonJackthoughtofalarge,dozingcat.Watsonjingledhiskeysandwhistled.

           Lostyour-

           (WhenhewentbackintohisstudyandsawDannystandingthere,wearingnothingbuthistrainingpantsandagrin,aslow,redcloudofragehadeclipsedJack’sreason.