EVERYTHING BECOMES like a dream—it is the injection, of course—and she is dimly aware of getting into the pickup behind her and putting it into neutral. Then she is back in her car and reversing, pushing the truck clear, before peeling away from the scene with one of the green men riding the hood—like TJ Hooker. She swerves about the road like a mad woman until he falls off, then slams on the breaks and backs over him, just to be sure.
She zooms back the way she came, careening against the guardrail, dialing Dr. Lairman, leaving a message telling him that she is coming back. When she passes the truck stop from earlier she notices that it’s gone completely dark.
The motel, she thinks, incoherently. The old woman. Andy. They’ll help.
That’s when she sees the Shape again. Sees it through t
