"Don't speak," whispered a voice. "Don't ask questions."
Something fumbled at the straps. I turned my head, and two people were
in the room. They were thin, and their eyes were overlarge and they
were naked and covered with bruises. The fugitives of the park last
night!
"What are you doing here?"
Finger to the lips. That was the man. He was taking the straps from my
legs. The woman was releasing my arms and shoulders.
"But--"
"Sh!" That was the woman.
In a moment they had me free. I started, confidently, to rise, and the
pain streaked through me like a powder rocket. They helped me. I stood
there, amazed that I could stand. They helped me go forward. I took
several dizzy steps, and after that it wasn't as bad. We moved through
the doorway; there was no force screen. The man held the key-box. He
pressed it as we moved away, to bring the force screen into place once
more.