breakdown of some kind。 But what was she going to do about it？ She couldn't stay
locked in here forever。 They would have to eat。
There was really only one question； and it was asked in a mental voice of
utter coldness and pragmatism； the voice of her maternity； a cold and
passionless voice once it was directed away from the closed circle of mother and
child and out toward Jack。 It was a voice that spoke of self…preservation only
after son…preservation and its question was：
（Exactly how dangerous is he？）
He had denied doing it。 He had been horrified at the bruises； at Danny's soft
and implacable disconnection。 If he had done it； a separate section of himself
had been responsible。 The fact that he had done it when he was asleep was in a
terrible； twisted way encouraging。 Wasn't it possible that he could be trusted
to get them out of here？ To get them down and away。 And after that 。。。
But she could see no further than she and Danny arriving safe at Dr。 Edmonds's
office in Sidewinder。 She had no particular need to see further。 The present
cris