ease save me If you can't save me at least e play with me。。。
Forever。 And Forever。 And Forever。）
〃No；〃 Danny whispered huskily。 The word fell dry and bare from his mouth；
which was stripped of moisture。 He could feel his mind wavering now； trying to
go away the way it had when the woman in the room had 。。。 no； better not think
of that。
He grasped at the strings of reality and held them tightly。 He had to get out
of here。 Concentrate on that。 Be cool。 Be like the Secret Agent Man。 Would
Patrick McGoohan be crying and peeing in his pants like a little baby？
Would his daddy？
That calmed him somewhat。
From behind him； that soft Hump sound of falling snow came again。 He turned
around and the head of one of the hedge lions was sticking out of the snow now；
snarling at him。 It was closer than it should have been； almost up to the gate
of the playground。
Terror tried to rise up and he quelled it。 He was the Secret Agent Man； and he
would escape。
He began to walk out of the playground； taking the same roundabout course his
father had taken on the day that the snow flew。 He concentrated on operating the
snowshoes。 Slow； flat strides。 Don't lift your foot too high or you'll lose your
balance。 Twist your ankle and spill the snow off the crisscrossed lacings。 It
seemed so slow。 He reached the corner of the playground。 The snow was drifted
high here and he was able to step over the fence。 He got halfway over and then
almost fell flat when the snowshoe on his behind foot caught on one of the fence
posts。 He leaned on the outside edge of gravity； pinwheeling his arms；
remembering how hard it was to get up once you