eyes and her love smiled
out at him. The smile brightened her face until it spread across the sky
and grew brilliant like the sun. She reached out for him. He sighed with
a great breath of quiet happiness because she was the sun smiling down
at him and at last he rose up and went to meet her.

* * * * *

"It's time they were coming out," Herschell said. "Let's get back."

They entered the lobby, deserted except for a scattering of ushers, and
waited.

"Why aren't they coming out?" Lemson asked, more of the emptiness than
of his companion. "It's ten minutes since the scheduled ending. Do you
suppose the projection's broken down or maybe--"

"Relax, Cy, you know these preems. Always a bag full of delays, starting
with late VIP arrivals."

"There've been no delays. They started on time--"

The sound of sirens spiralled out of the night and whirled the two men
around to face the entrance. Lights raced frantically across the plaza
as a dozen turbine vehicles whined to a stop in front. More were
arriving. Medical teams and squads of policemen burst through the doors.
They ran past the slow float shafts to the elevators.

"What's happened?" Lemson screamed. "What's going on?" He tugged at a
uniformed sleeve but was thrust aside by the running man.

Herschell and Lemson followed, half running, to the elevators. Herschell
shouted an inquiry at a cluster of policemen surging into one of the
cars but the nearest grim-visaged man almost angrily waved them away
from the door as it closed in their faces.

"The manager's office!" Herschell cried and they ran for a private
elevator. Seconds later they dashed into the manager's office.

"He's not here," Lemson wailed.

Herschell snapped a switch on the desk and a harried, shocked face
appeared on the viphone screen. "Mr. Herschell! Mr. Lemson!"

"Pete!" Herschell exclaimed, "why've we got the police and medicos? An
accident?"

The man's lips quivered as he spoke. "A lot of the patrons are dead."

"WHAT?!! How many?"

"Don't know ... yet ... maybe all," Pete said brokenly.

"What in heaven's name happened?"

"The death scene ... Rowe killed them ..."

"You're crazy!" Herschell shouted. "It's impossible! The projector's
triggered to shut off if the patron's in danger."

"What everybody thought," Pete said, "but the house doc said something
about the projectors being keyed to extreme agitation; racing pulse,
increased blood pressure.