Beth was huddled in the back; wedged among pipes; crying like a child。 She held one of the explosive…tipped spear guns in her hand。 She looked at him tearfully。
〃Oh; Norman;〃 she said。 〃You were going to leave us。 。。。〃
〃Im sorry。 I was wrong。〃
He started toward her; holding out his hands to her。 She swung the spear gun around。 〃No; you were right。 You were right。 I want you to leave now。〃
Above her head he saw a glowing monitor; the numbers clicking inexorably backward: 08:27 。。。 08:26 。。。
He thought; I can change this。 I want the numbers to stop counting。
The numbers did not stop。
〃You cant fight me; Norman;〃 she said; huddled in the corner。 Her eyes blazed with furious energy。
〃I can see that。〃
〃There isnt much time; Norman。 I want you to leave。〃 She held the gun; pointed firmly toward him。 He had a sudden sense of the absurdity of it all; that he had e back to rescue someone who didnt want to be rescued。 What could he do now? Beth was wedged back in there; beyond his reach; beyond his help。 There was barely enough time for him to get away; let alone to take Harry。 。。。
Harry; he thought suddenly。 Where was Harry now? I want Harry to help me。
But he wondered if there was time; the numbers were clicking backward; there was hardly more than eight minutes; now。 。。。
〃I came back for you; Beth。〃
〃Go;〃 she said。 〃Go now; Norman。〃
〃But; Beth…〃
〃…No; Norman! I mean it! Go! Why dont you go?〃 And then she began to get suspicious; she started to look around; and at that moment Harry stood up behind her; and swung the big wrench down on her head; and there was a sickening thud; and she fell。
〃Did I kill her?〃 Harry said。
''353'' And the deep male voice said; 〃Attention; please。 Eight minutes and counting。〃
Norman concentrated on the clock as it ticked backwards。 Stop。 Stop the countdown。
But when he looked again; the clock was still ticking backwards。 And the alarm: Was the alarm interfering with his concentration? He tried again。
Stop now。 The countdown will stop now。 The countdown has stopped。
〃Forget it;〃 Harry said。 〃It wont work。〃
〃But it should work;〃 Norman said。
〃No;〃 Harry said。 〃Because shes not pletely unconscious。〃
On the floor at their feet; Beth groaned。 Her leg moved。 〃Shes still able to control it; somehow;〃 Norman said。 〃Shes very strong。〃
〃Can we inject her?〃
Norman shook his head。 There was no time to go back for the syringe。 Anyway; if they injected her and it didnt work; it would be time wasted…
〃Hit her again?〃 Harry said。 〃Harder? Kill her?〃
〃No;〃 Norman said。
〃Killing her is the only way…〃
〃…No;〃 Norman said; thinking; We didnt kill you; Harry; when we had the chance。
〃If you wont kill her; then you cant do anything about that timer;〃 Harry said。 〃So we better get the hell out。〃
They ran for the airlock。
〃How much time is left?〃 Harry said。 They were in the A Cyl airlock; trying to put the suit on Beth。 She was groaning; blood was matted on the back of her head。 Beth struggled a little; making it more difficult。
〃Jesus; Beth…how much time; Norman?〃