Tales From the Darkside Part 18

They have to be related."

Wood loosened his tie. "How?"

Hall stood up and went to the window again, as if watching for something. "I feel like I'm being followeda"like someone is tracking me down the paths I've taken through life and systematically tearing them up behind me. And getting closer to where I am, all the time. It's as if I've done something terrible, and to punish me they are erasing the traces that I ever existed."

"Rick, please come sit down."

Hall reluctantly complied. "You think I'm crazy, don't you?" he asked tiredly.

Wood chose his words carefully. "I want you to listen to me for a couple of minutes. I'm going to offer you another explanation for the things that you experienced. And you've got to try to accept it, and believe it, because if you can'ta"if you can't, Rick, then you're going to have to admit that you've already cracked. There has been a series of unfortunate, but totally explainable occurrences that for some reasona"overwork, perhapsa"has. .h.i.t you in a very strange way.

I'm going to take every single incident and explain it. If I miss any, you tell me.

"The invitation to the reuniona"lost in the mail, with a million other pieces of mail this year. The restauranta"does a fire need explanation? You're not the only customers or the only couple that had a picture on those walls.

"The checka"would that be the first error ever coming from the man-machine interface? Your mothera"the sudden onset of senility. I'm sorry, but it happens. The phone callsa"the fact that you hadn't called in years is explanation enough.

"The junk maila"they all buy the same list, and add and remove names all the time. You're off because you don't buy, Elaine's on because she does. The registrationa"the law has been changed so that joint owners.h.i.+p is automatic, and you wife's name was first, so that's the only one they printed.

"The transcripta"eight thousand people in your graduating cla.s.s? That means they lost zero point triple-zero one percent of their records. The loss of your birth registrationa"do you think the flood that destroyed the regional office had you in mind when it swept the filing cabinets and microfiche away?

"The picture in your mother's homea"that d.a.m.ning picture.

Was that the only picture taken that day? Did they perhaps take one *just with the girls'?"

"There were a lot of pictures," Hall said slowly.

"Is it impossible that something happened to the picture that's been there for ten years, so that she had to put up another?"

"Or I might have just not seen things clearly," Hall said.

"That nighta"I could have seen anything I wanted to."

"Did I leave anything out?"

"Stark and Son, my first job. They couldn't find them to use as a reference."

"And?"

"I had the wrong address." He rested his head on his folded hands. "I had myself thinking, *My G.o.d, they've moved the building."" He looked up and sighed. "I want to go home to Elaine."

For a few days, anch.o.r.ed by overtime and bolstered by Elaine's affection, Hall gave every sign of having stabilized. But inside he was still unsettled, fighting to understand his own foolishness. Chris had shown him how he had misread events, but not why.

Presently, however, he became aware of a hollowness, a s.p.a.ce left by friends lost and not replaced. My own doing, Hall thought. One group left in Cross Creeka"another scattered by college graduation. Too much work to keep the friends.h.i.+ps alive. But all I have here are acquaintances and coworkers- except for Elaine, no real friends. Even Chris is more Elaine's friend than mine.

Having fixed the blame on himself, Hall could do nothing else but try to atone. He waited for a night when Elaine turned in early with a magazine. Old cold trails, he told himself as he opened the address book. But how much can we have changed? Stilla"start small.

After eight rings, the phone was answered.

"Greider residence," said the voice.

"This is Ricka"Rick Hall, Mr. Greider," Hall said happily.

"I've been trying to call you for a couple of weeks, but no one's been home."

"I've been quite busy cleaning out my things at the school. Who did you say you were again?"

"Richard Halla"chemistry, six years ago. Remember? Our lab group didn't get an experiment right until May, and you threw a party."

Greider didn't answer right away. "Young man, I'm sorry, but I don't remember you. I had a Kristen Hall, two years ago."

"That's my sister."

"Hmm. You say you attended Cross Creek six years ago?"

"That was my senior year. Then I went to MSU, in design."

"I'm really very sorry, but I don't seem to be able to remember you very clearly."

"I'm surprised; I came over to your house several times that year. Do you still have the little file cards on us?"

"No. I'm retiring this year, and I got rid of those. I do apologize, Mr. Hall, but there have been so many students over so many years. .

"I understand."

"Is there something I can do for you?"

"No, I just wanted to say h.e.l.lo."

It was a small failure, but substantial enough to blunt his enthusiasm. He sat quietly for a moment and flipped through the address book. There were names to which he could not even attach faces. Perhaps it has been too long.

The yearbooks were on the top shelf, and Hall had to drag a chair over to the bookcase and stand on it to reach them.

They were well coated with dust; it had been some time since he had looked at them.

Hall permitted himself a few nasty thoughts at Greider's picture in the faculty section, and then turned to the pictures of the clubs. He looked for his face among the dozen below the label, "Art Club," but failed to find it. But that's righta"he had missed three days with the flu, and most of the photos had been taken those days. He had thought he had been listed below it as "Missing from photo: R. Hall," but there was no such notation. He must have been wrong.

Turning to the seniors section, he paused several times to admire the young beauty of the girls he had dated, frozen by silver chemistry and printer's ink. Then he turned the page, and his own face smiled up from the page at hima"cheerfully seventeen, the irrepressible lock of hair over his right ear sticking out.

Hall reached for his drink, resting on a coaster on the table beside him, but his hand never closed on it; he stared, incredulous at the page, the muscles in his left hand standing out as he gripped the yearbook tightly.

The page had rippled, like water disturbed by a pebble, and when it cleared, his picture was gone.

"Chris?"

"More trouble?"

"Can you help me find him again?"

"When did he leave."

"No more than an hour ago."

"Why not call the police this time, Elaine? I don't like to have to say it, but we don't know whether he might be dangerousa"if not to others, then to himself."

"No. He's my responsibility; I'm his wife."

"He's his own responsibility, and right now he can't handle it."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that if we get him back, he needs more than a little extra attention this time. He needs more help than even you can give him."

"Professional help."

"The county mental-health agency could decide what was best for him."

"What if he doesn't agree with them?"

"Your testimony in court would take care of that."

"I couldn't," Elaine said. "Not even now. I've got to love him back to health."

"That's my condition for going out after hima"that you promise to do whatever's necessary for him to get better. And if you say no, I'm going to have to call the police myself."

"Oh, Chris . . ." She sounded tired. "Find him. I promise."

All Wood had to go on was what his friend had done the first timea"head for Cross Creek. There were too many places Hall could have gone, and too few people searching. For the first time, Wood wished he had given in and bought a citizen's band radio. But he hadn't, and he could find little enthusiasm as he pulled onto the North-South Freeway.

Not expecting to find Hall anywhere but on the road or in Cross Creek, Wood nearly drove past the unlit car on the shoulder. Bus as he neared it, he caught a glimpse of the many b.u.mper stickers adorning the back of the car, and recognized it as Hall's. He pulled onto the shoulder himself and stepped out of the car into a night well lit by a gibbous moon.

The car was empty, and Wood started up the gra.s.sy hill to the row of trees above. A short trail led through the clump of trees and to a clearing, in the middle of which Hall sat cross-legged. Wood approached him cautiously.

"I understand," Hall said clearly.

"Richard?" Wood said tentatively.

Hall turned his head. "h.e.l.lo, Chris."

"Richard, I want you to come back with me."

"I was nearly ready to go, even if you hadn't come here."

"What are you doing?"

"I was listening."

"Listening?"

"Yesa"to the world."

"Meditating."

"If you wish." Hall rose and brushed the bits of gra.s.s and dirt from his jeans. He seemed exceptionally calm.

"What did you hear?"

"Nothinga"nothing from outside. From inside, a great deal."

"Are you feeling all right?"

"Perfectly. Are you ready to go?"

They walked down the slope, and Wood steered Hall away from his car.

"Leave it here, we'll get it later. Please, ride with me."

Hall smiled understandingly. "You're afraid I might run off again."

"Yes," Wood admitted. "Shouldn't I be?"

"No. Not anymore. Of course I'll come with you, if that's what you prefer."

"I do."

"Can you explain it to me?"

Wood found Hall's almost beatific calm disturbing, but hesitated to say anything, for fear of setting Hall off once more. Finally he could not resist any longer. "You seem very different."

"It's just that I understand what's happening now."

"No." Hall twisted on the seat so that he was facing Wood. "How can you see from the outside what I can barely grasp from the inside? I wish I could make you understand.

You and Elaine both. I want you to be able to accept it. You have the closest ties to me, so it should happen to you last."

"All right, Richard. You don't have to go on."

"I would if I knew what to saya"that I'm slipping into the cracks between momentsa"that a mistake is being edited out of the cosmosa""

"Please stop. It's hard for me to listen to you talk like this."

"It'll be harder when I'm gone and you don't understand.

There isn't much time left. They're very close to me now."

"We'll protect you," Wood said, near tears. "We'll get you all the help you need."