Pulp Fiction, 1954 · page 14 of 146
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STRANGER IN TIME “Ted!’? she screamed, in sudden terror, and struck at him with both hands. Neither man showed the slightest sign of having heard. They continued to stare straight ahead unseeingly. She twisted her head in an effort to see out of the enclosed cabin in which they were. There were no windows—nothing but the metal walls. Claustrophobia touched her briefly as she noted the fact, to merge momentarily into wonder as she saw the control panelin front of the other man. It was like nothing she had set eyes on before. There were dials, flashing red and green and violet lights, a vivid strip of blue along which a tiny white dot was slowly creeping, pushbuttons and tiny switches and levers... She relaxed, sobbing, in her husband’s arms. She won- dered if he had been drugged in some manner. What kind of machine was this they were in, and what was the purpose of the whole mad adventure ? She could not guess and tried to calm her overwrought nerves. She could do nothing while Dinton held her so tightly. 13 Another dot had appeared at the extremity of the blue strip, and was slowly moving to contact the first white dot she had noticed, but she was not interested. All she wanted was to get Ted out of the thing and toadoctor... Abruptly the man sitting in front of the panel leaned for- ward and touched a button. The door behind her slid back noiselessly. White light poured into the cabin. - Susan struggled free from the arms which had im- prisoned her, and leaped through the opening, to pause with a feeling that her mind must have given way under the strain of the past few minutes. The night and the bushes were gone. The light came from a dazzling white sun which was almost overhead. Shestared around herwildly. She stood, almost knee-deep in lush grass, in a small clearing surrounded by tall trees. And in front, at a little distance, were two men such as she had never before seen. Susan gave a_ strangled cry, and felt behind her for the door of the machine. In comiclooks.conn