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Cindy had time to make coffee and toast while we were waiting for the morning news. We ate breakfast, but our mood was not lightened. I felt just as guilty as before that I was ruining these people’s lives. That is how things actually were: I retained some hope that Korean Airlines Flight 007 on the route New York – Anchorage – Seoul would make it safely, but I could not offer any reassurance to anyone, for I still felt the alarm being sounded across space, though no one except me could hear it.
The signal was even stronger now, which was easy to understand: my sleep had sharpened the workings of my unconscious and boosted my intuition. Operators at Division X always tried to sleep before their experiments. After my night’s sleep, I was picking up increasingly strong negative signals,
