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           Atthatmoment;withoutanyconsciousreasoningprocess,everythingcametogetherinhismind,andMichaelshoutedtothegirl,"No!No!"ButhisshoutwasdrownedintheroarofthetremendousexplosionasApolloniaswitchedontheignition.ThekitchendoorshatteredintofragmentsandMichaelwashurledalongthewallofthevillaforagoodtenfeet.Stonestumblingfromthevillaroofhithimontheshouldersandoneglancedoffhisskullashewaslyingontheground.HewasconsciousjustlongenoughtoseethatnothingremainedoftheAlfaRomeobutitsfourwheelsandthesteelshaftswhichheldthemtogether.

           Hecametoconsciousnessinaroomthatseemedverydarkandheardvoicesthatweresolowthattheywerepuresoundratherthanwords.Outofanimalinstincthetriedtopretendhewasstillunconsciousbutthevoicesstoppedandsomeonewasleaningfromachairclosetohisbedandthevoicewasdistinctnow,saying,"Well,he’swithusfinally."Alampwenton,itslightlikewhitefireonhiseyeballsandMichaelturnedhishead.Itfeltveryheavy,numb.AndthenhecouldseethefaceoverhisbedwasthatofDr.Taza.

           "LetmelookatyouaminuteandI’llputthelightout,"Dr,.Tazasaidgently.HewasbusyshiningasmallpencilflashlightintoMichael’seyes."You’llbeallright,"Dr.Tazasaidandturnedtosomeoneelseintheroom."Youcanspeaktohim."

           ItwasDonTommasinosittingonachairnearhisbed,Michaelcouldseehimclearlynow.