| He stood still. He
was by the corner of the hospital, where the ground fell away
into the dry wash. Ahead of him he could see the wide sweep of
desert, then the great wall of a Black Mesa and the peak he knew
so well; far away, tremendous distances for a little boy, far
enough to be rather blue at noontide. The space between was a
whole unknown world to traverse. He looked around. No one was
in sight. He slid into the arroyo.
. . . |
