Your brother is a threat to the future. Threats must be eliminated.
No!
Kate tried to stiffen her knees, dig her heels into the floor, hurl herself against the wall, but she moved relentlessly forward, turning the corner toward Jack's room.
She made no sound, but her words were a sob in her mind. Please don't do this! Jeanette! Where are you? Stop this, I beg you!
You are not doing this, Kate. We are all doing it. Together. As one. As we will do everything.
But you're not murderers! You're all decent people! You can stop this! There must be some other way!
We are one and he cannot be of us. He is not a host, and he threatens us, so he must be eliminated. He used what you told him this morning to put the One Who Was Terrence under suspicion. He is free now but the police may return. If the One Who Was Terrence is taken to jail he could be hurt, even killed, and then all our plans will have to be changed. All because of your brother. He must be stopped.
I can stop him. I can tell him things that will make him stop.
No. Too late. You've told him too much already. He won't trust you now.
She was in Jack's room now, standing over his bed. He lay supine before her, legs akimbo, deep in sleep. Her hand reversed its grip on the handle and Kate watched with escalating horror as it lowered the point to the fourth intercostal space just left of the sternum.
We're so glad you are a doctor. Your medical knowledge tells us the best place to strike.
God in heaven, stop this!
And then her hand was raising the knife high, and her second hand was joining and coupling with it. She felt the muscles tighten, readying a powerful two-armed thrust.
No! Kate threw every last fragment of her crumbling will into her arms. NO!
Sweat burst from her pores as the blade moved down an inch, then paused, suspended in a wavering hover.
It worked. She'd stopped it.
This is futile, Kate! You cannot overcome the inevitable.
Really?
Bolstered, she focused her energies more tightly on her arms. And slowly her left hand loosened its grip and fell away. And then the right hand, still clutching the knife, began to sink.
I will not kill my brother.
Panting, drenched in perspiration, she lowered the knife to her side.
A stalemate, Kate. For now. Your love for your brother overpowered us, but our love for you will overcome that. It is inevitable.
Love? Making a mannequin of me isn't love!
Love has many forms. The One Who Was Jeanette fought like a tigress against inoculating you with her blood, but she was more completely integrated with us at that time than you are tonight, and we prevailed. And now that she is fully integrated her love wants you to be with us.
Jeanette had fought them… like a tigress. Kate bet she did. She wanted to cry. She could imagine Jeanette kicking and clawing all the way down the hall and into her room, crying out in anguish as the pin pierced her palm. So tragic, and yet the knowledge of Jeanette's struggle warmed her.
This is only a temporary reprieve for your brother, Kate. You are not ours yet, but by tomorrow you will be more so. And then you will not be able to resist.
Tomorrow…
Tomorrow she would murder her brother.
She tried to shout, to wake Jack and warn him, but her voice was locked. She could restrain her arms from stabbing Jack but could not wrest back control of the rest of her body.
Tomorrow…
The word followed her as she was guided from Jack's room to return the knife to the utensil drawer.
Tomorrow…
Kate was walked back to the TV room where she lay down on the fold-out bed and closed her eyes, screaming without making a sound, not even a whimper.
MONDAY
1
I'm going insane!
Not at all, Kate, cooed the soft, sexless voice in her head. Quite the opposite.
Somehow, perhaps as a way for her mind to escape the horror of her situation, Kate had fallen asleep last night. Or perhaps the Unity had made her sleep. This morning she'd been awakened by the sound of a door closing.
For one glittering, hopeful moment, she'd cradled the possibility that last night might have been a dream, a nightmare even more horrific than participating in Fielding's murder. But then, despite her desire to sleep in, her body rose from the bed.
Kate had screamed, a ragged wail of terror and anguish that remained trapped inside her skull as her body walked to the kitchen where she found a note from Jack.
GONE TO MEET SOMEONE. BE BACK SOON.
J
Since then she'd been seated here on the edge of the fold-out bed, staring at the wall for what seemed like hours. Hours of nothing.
Hardly 'nothing,' Kate. With each passing moment you are becoming incrementally further integrated into the Unity.
Even her thoughts weren't her own.
You're lying. I don't feel any different from last night.
We don't lie. We don't have to.
Kate had reins on the panic that had suffused her since awakening, but the sick cold horror of her plight was a throbbing undertone through her consciousness, steadily interrupted by blasts of helpless frustration.
She had to call NIH and CDC, had to impress upon them the urgent need for a solution, had to tell them about Jack and the antibodies he undoubtedly carried.
She tried to reach for the phone but her hand refused to obey.
No. No calls to government health agencies. That would be c ounterpr oductive.
All she could do was sit. She was desperate for something, anything to distract her, even for a moment.
Can I at least read a magazine or paper or watch the news on TV?
What for?
How about to find out what's going on in the world?
What is happening out there does not matter.
Keep on thinking that way. I like it. Because that world out there is going to bring you down.
We think not. The history of "that world out there" begins a new chapter tonight.
Tonight? The utter confidence resonating through the voice troubled her. What happens tonight?
Something wonderful. We had to wait for The One Who was Jeanette to be fully integrated, and then for the bonds of unity to mature. Tonight, finally, it will be possible.
But what?
You are not yet ready to know. When you are further integrated you will understand.
Another of your inevitabilities?
Yes! The Great Leap that will make the Great Inevitability possible.
Kate didn't like the sound of that. Tell me.
When you are ready. Right now you will watch as we remove a threat to the Great Inevitability.
Oh, no. Did they mean Jack?
Yes. Your brother. We must do what you would not.
No! Please!
Watch.
Jack's TV room slowly faded from view…
… and Kate is walking along a New York street. She's crossing an avenue; somehow she knows it's Amsterdam. And then with a start she recognizes Jack walking three-quarters of a block ahead. She's behind him; the sun is locked above the rain-laden clouds, but she knows he's heading west.
Jack stops at a corner and swivels, looking around. As he turns toward Kate she makes a quick turn to the right, stepping between two cars and crossing the street, keeping her face averted from Jack as she moves. Only this isn't Kate's body; the arm that swings into view isn't hers—too scrawny, too old looking.