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He's outside the police station doors with Chief Randolph and Andy Sanders. Standing
below them, crowded together, are his problem children: Thibodeau, Searies, the Roux
chippie, and Juniors friend, Frank. Big Jim descends the steps that Libby fell down earlier
(she could have done us all a favor if she'd broken her neck, he thinks) and taps Frankie on
the shoulder. 'Enjoying the show, Frankie?'
The boy's big scared eyes make him look twelve instead of twenty-two or whatever he
is.'What is it, Mr Rennie? Do you know?'
'Meteor shower. Just God saying hello to His people.'
Frank DeLesseps relaxes a little.
'We're going back inside,' Big Jim says, jerking his thumb at Randolph and Andy, who
are still watching the sky. 'We'll talk for a while, then I'll call you four in. I want you all to
tell the same cotton-picking story when I do. Have you got that?'
'Yes, Mr Rennie,' Frankie says.
Mel Searles looks at Big Jim, his eyes like saucers and his mouth hanging loose. Big Jim
thinks the boy looks like his IQ might reach all the way up to seventy. Not that that's
necessarily a bad thing, either. 'It looks like the end of the world, Mr Rennie,' he says.
'Nonsense. Are you Saved, son?'
'I guess so,' Mel says.
'Then you have nothing to worry about.' Big Jim surveys them one by one, ending with
Carter Thibodeau. 'And the way to salvation tonight, young men, is all of you telling the
same story.'
Not everyone sees the pink stars. Like the Appleton kids, Rusty Everett's Little Js are
fast asleep. So is Piper. So is Andrea Grinnell. So is The Chef, sprawled on the dead grass
beside what might be America's biggest methamphetamine lab. Ditto Brenda Perkins, who
cried herself to sleep on her couch with the VADER printout scattered on the coffee table
before her.
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xxxxThe dead also do not see, unless they look from a brighter place than this darkling
plain where ignorant armies clash by night. Myra Evans, Duke Perkins, Chuck Thompson,
and Claudette Sanders are tucked away in the Bowie Funeral Home; Dr Haskell, Mr Carty,
and Rory Dinsmore are in the morgue of Catherine Russell Hospital; Lester Coggins,
Dodee Sanders, and Angie McCain are still hanging out in the McCain pantry. So is
Junior. He is between Dodee and Angie, holding their hands. His head aches, but only a
little. He thinks he might sleep the night here.
On Motion Road, in Eastchester (not far from the place where the attempt to breach the
Dome with an experimental acid compound is even then going on beneath the strange pink
sky), Jack Evans, husband of the late Myra, is standing in his backyard with a bottle of
Jack Daniels in one hand and his home protection weapon of choice, a Ruger SR9, in the
other. He drinks and watches the pink stars fall. He knows what they are, and he wishes on
every one, and he wishes for death, because without Myra, the bottom has dropped out of
his life. He might be able to live without her, and he might be able to live like a rat in a
glass cage, but he cannot manage both. When the falling meteors become more
intermittent - this is around quarter after ten, about forty-five minutes after the shower
began — he swallows the last of the Jack, casts the bottle onto the grass, and blows his
brains out. He is The Mill's first official suicide.
He will not be the last.
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Barbie, Julia, and Lissa Jamieson watched silently as the two space-suited soldiers
removed the thin nozzle from the end of the plastic hose. They put it into an opaque plastic
bag with a ziplock top, then put the bag into a metal case stenciled with the words
HAZARDOUS MATERIALS. They locked it with separate keys, then took off their
helmets. They looked tired, hot, and out of spirits.
Two older men — too old to be soldiers — wheeled a complicated-looking piece of
equipment away from the site of the acid experiment, which had been performed three
times. Barbie guessed the older guys, possibly scientists from NSA, had been doing some
sort of spectrographic analysis. Or trying to. The gas masks they had been wearing during
the testing procedure were now pushed up on top of their heads like weird hats. Barbie
could have asked Cox what the tests were supposed to show, and Cox might even have
given him a straight answer, but Barbie was also out of spirits.
xxxx362STEPHEN KING