Psychological fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Space travelers -- Fiction
Harvey stared at her, incredulous. "But _you_. Who are _you_?" he
blurted.
She bit her lip and gazed at him sadly.
"I," she said, her voice tremulant, "am your wife."
* * * * *
Harvey's memory tore back to a green planet called Earth ... forgotten
faces, places. He _looked_ at Dana for the first time, and in that
instant of full recognition, she began to dissolve.
"Harvey," she pleaded, "Wake up. You've got to face Reality before it's
too late. Please ..." she sobbed into nonexistence.
Harvey wheeled toward the ship and fled up the ramp. "No! No! This is
Reality!" he shouted. He stared up at the insane island-moons swirling
in the sky; the soft, sourceless aqua of the air; the incredible bulk
of the Castle on the Edge of Infinity, and he felt on the brink of
Hell. Something was going to happen. Harvey's breathing was loud in the
thundering silence.
The Castle suddenly wrenched from the island and lifted ponderously
into the air, an immense ghastly shadow looming closer.... Harvey
screamed.
He spun around, intending to use the Matter Disorganizer on the Castle
as it swung faster and faster toward the ship. The MD slipped from his
grasp and sailed high into the air, toward the....
_No! No!_
Up and up....
_No! No!_
Up and up....
_No!_--
"_Please, Harvey ... you're trapped in your--in your imagination.
You've got to face REALITY._"
CLANK
It hit the ship.
The Universe dissolved in a vivid flash of white fire, and still Harvey
could hear Dana's whispered pleading....
THE END
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