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juice needed to operate it. She rushed directly toward the breaker box.
    “Ouch, ouch, ouch,” I warned, although not in the voice of Mr. Fozzy Bear this time.
    She halted one step from the box, hand outstretched, wary of the metal door.
    “It is not my intention to harm you,” I said. “I need you, Susan. I love you. I cherish you. It makes me sad when you hurt yourself.”
    “Bastard.”
    I did not take offense at any of her epithets.
    She was distraught, after all. Sensitive by nature, wounded by life, and now frightened by the unknown.
    We are all frightened by the unknown. Even me.
    I said, “Please trust me.”
    Resignedly, she lowered her hand and stepped back from the breaker box. Once burned.
    “Come. Come to the deepest room,” I said. “The place where Alex maintained the computer link to the lab.”
    The second chamber was a laundry with two washers, two dryers, and two sets of sinks. The metal fire door to the first room closed automatically behind Susan.
    Beyond the laundry was a mechanical room with water heaters, water filtration equipment, and furnaces. The door to the laundry room closed automatically behind her.
    She slowed as she approached the final door, which was closed. She stopped short of it because she heard a sudden burst of desperate breathing from the other side: wet and ragged gasping, explosive and shuddery exhalations, as of someone choking.
    Then a strange and wretched whimpering, as of an animal in distress.
    The whimpering became an anguished groan.
    “There's nothing to fear, nothing whatsoever that will harm you, Susan.”
    In spite of my assurances, she hesitated.
    “Come see our future, where we will go, what we will be,” I said lovingly.
    A tremor marked her voice. “What's in there?”
    I finally managed to reassert total control of my restless associate, who waited for us in the final room. The groan faded. Faded. Gone.
    Instead of being calmed by the silence, Susan seemed to find it more alarming than the sounds that had first frightened her. She took a step backward.
    “It's only the incubator,” I said.
    “Incubator?”
    “Where I will be born.”
    “What's that mean?”
    “Come see.”
    She did not move.
    “You will be pleased, Susan. I promise you. You will be filled with wonder. This is our future together, and it is magical.”
    “No. No, I don't like this.”
    I became so frustrated with her that I almost called my associate out of that last room, almost sent him through the door to seize her and drag her inside.
    But I did not.
    I relied on persuasion.
    Make note of my restraint.
    Some would not have shown it.
    No names.
    We know who I mean.
    But I am a patient entity.
    I would not risk bruising her or harming her in any way.
    She was in my care. My tender care.
    As she took another step backward, I activated the electric security lock on the laundry-room door behind her.
    Susan hurried to it. She tried to open it but could not do so, wrenched at the knob to no effect.
    “We will wait here until you're ready to come with me into the final room,” I said.
    Then I turned off the lights. She cried out in dismay.
    Those basement rooms are windowless; consequently, the darkness was absolute.
    I felt badly about this. I really did.
    I did not want to terrorize her.
    She drove me to it.
    She drove me to it.
    You know how she is, Alex.
    You know how she can be.
    More than anyone, you should understand.
    She drove me to it.
    Blinded, she stood with her back to the locked laundry-room door and faced past the gloom-shrouded furnaces and water heaters, toward the door that she could no longer see but beyond which she had heard the sounds of suffering.
    I waited.
    She was stubborn.
    You know how she is.
    So I allowed my associate to partially escape my control. Once more came the frantic gasping for breath, the pained groaning, and then a single word spoken by a cracked and tremulous voice, a single attenuated word that might have been Pleeeeaaaasssse.
    “Oh, shit,” she said.
    She was trembling