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s face； dried off； bed his hair； and went into his office。
Steve Masterton and the Indian doctor； Surrendra Hardu； were in there； drinking coffee and continuing to go over the front file。
〃Morning； Lou；〃 Steve said。
〃Morning。〃
〃Let's hope it is not like last morning；〃 Hardu said。
〃That's right； you missed all the excitement。〃
〃Surrendra had plenty of excitement himself last night；〃 Masterton said； grinning。 〃Tell him； Surrendra。〃
Hardu polished his glasses； smiling。 〃Two boys bring in their Jady friend around one o'clock in the morning；〃 he said。 〃She is very happily drunk； celebrating the return to university； you understand。 She has cut one thigh quite badly； and I tell her it will be at least four stitches； no scar。 Stitch away； she tells me； and so I do； bending over like this…〃
Hardu demonstrated； salaaming over an invisible thigh。 Louis began to grin； sensing what was ing。
〃And as I am suturing； she vomits on my head。〃
Masterton broke up。 So did Louis。 Hardu smiled calmly； as if this had happened to him thousands of times in thousands of lives。
〃Surrendra； how long have you been on duty？〃 Louis asked； when the laughter died。
〃Since midnight；〃 Hardu said。 〃I am just leaving。 But I wanted to stay long enough to say hello again。〃
〃Well； hello；〃 Louis said； shaking his small； brown hand。 〃Now go home and go to sleep。〃
〃We're almost through with the front file；〃 Masterton said。 〃Say hallelujah； Surrendra。〃
〃I decline；〃 Hardu said； smiling。 〃I am not a Christian。〃
〃Then sing the chorus of 'Instant Karma' or something。〃
〃May you both shine on；〃 Hardu said； still smiling； and glided out the door。
Louis and Steve Masterton looked after him for a moment； Silent； and then looked at each other。 They broke out laughing。 To Louis； no laugh had ever felt so good。 。 。 so normal。
〃Just as well we got the file finished up；〃 Steve said。 〃Today's the day we put the wele mat out for the dope pushers。〃
Louis nodded。。 The first of the drug salesmen would begin arriving at ten。 As Steve liked to crack； Wednesday might be Prince Spaghetti Day； but at UMO every Tuesday was D…day。 The D stood for Darvon； the all…time favorite。
〃A word of advice； 0 Great Boss；〃 Steve said。 〃I don't know what dese guys were like out in Chicago； but around here they'll stoop to just about anything； from all…expenses…paid hunting junkets into the Allagash in November to free bowling at Family Fun Lanes in Bangor。 I had one guy try to give me one of those inflatable Judy dolls。 Me！ And I'm only a P。A。！ If they can't sell you drugs； they'll drive you to them。〃
〃Should have taken the Judy doll。〃
〃Nah； she was a redhead。 Not my type。〃
〃Well； I agree with Surrendra；〃 Louis said。 〃Just as long as it's not like yesterday。〃
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When the rep from Upjohn didn't turn up promptly at ten； Louis gave in and called the registrar's office。 He spoke with a Mrs。 Stapleton； who said she would send over a copy of Victor Pascow's records immediately。 When Louis hung up； the Upjohn guy was there。 He didn't try to give Louis anything； only asked him if he had any interest in buying a season ticket to the New England Patriots' games at a discount。
〃Nope；〃 Louis said。
〃I didn't think you would；〃 the Upjohn guy said glumly and left。
At noon Louis walked up to the Bear's Den and got a tuna fish sandwich and a Coke。 He brought them back to his office and ate lunch while going over Pascow's records。 He was looking for some connection with himself or with North Ludlow； where the Pet Sematary was 。 。 。 a vague belief； he supposed； that there must be some sort of rational explanation even for such a weird occurrence as this。 Maybe the guy had grown up in Ludlow… had； maybe； even buried a dog or a cat up there。
He didn't find the connection he was looking for。 Pascow was from Bergenfield； New Jersey； and had e to UMO to study electrical engineering。 In those few typed sheets； Louis could see no possible connection between himself and the young man who had died in the reception room…other than the mortal one； of course。
He sucked the last Coke out of his cup； listening to the straw crackle in the bottom； and then tossed all his trash into the wastebasket。 Lunch had been light； but he had eaten it with good appetite。 Nothing much wrong with the way he felt； really。 Not now。 There had been no recurrence of the shakes； and now even that morning's horror began to seem more like a nasty； pointless surprise； dreamlike itself； of no consequence。
He drummed his fingers on his blotter； shrugged； and picked up the phone again。 He dialed the EMMC and asked for the morgue。
After he was connected with the pathology clerk； he identified himself and said； 〃You have one of our students there； a Victor Pascow…〃
〃Not anymore；〃 the voice at the other end said。 〃He's gone。〃
Louis's throat closed。 At last he managed； 〃What？〃
〃His body was flown back to his parents late last night。 Guy from Brookings…Smith Mortuary came and took custody。 They put him on Delta； uh〃…papers riffling…〃Delta Flight 109。 Where did you think he went？ Out dancing at the Show Ring？〃
〃No；〃 Louis said。 〃No； of course not。 It's just 。 。 。〃 It was just what？ What the Christ was he doing pursuing this； anyway？ There was no sane way to deal with it。 It had to be let go； marked off； forgotten。 Anything else was asking for a lot of pointless trouble。 〃It's just that it seemed very quick；〃 he finished lamely。
〃Well； he was autopsied yesterday afternoon〃…that faint riffle of papers again…〃at around three…twenty by Dr。 Rynzwyck。 By then his father had made all the arrangements。 I imagine the body got to Newark by two in the morning。〃
〃Oh。 Well； in that case…〃
〃Unless one of the carriers screwed up and sent it somewhere else；〃 the pathology clerk said brightly。 〃We've had that happen； you know； although never with Delta。 Delta's actually pretty good。 We had a guy who died on a fishing trip way up in Aroostook County； in one of those little towns that just have a couple of map coordinates for a name。 Asshole strangled on a pop…top while he was chugging a can of beer。 Took his buddies two days to buck him out of the wilderness； and you know that by then it's a toss…up whether or not the Forever Goop will take。 But they shoved it in and hoped for the best。 Sent him home to Grand Falls； Minnesota； in the cargo partment of some airliner。 But there was a screw…up。 They shipped him first to Miami； then to Des Moines； then to Fargo； North Dakota。 Finally somebody wised up； but by then another three days had gone by。 Nothing took。 They might as well have injected him with Kool…Aid instead of Jaundaflo。 The guy was totally black and smelled like a spoiled pork roast。 That's what I heard； anyway。 Six baggage handlers got sick。〃
The voice on the other end of the line laughed heartily。
Louis closed his eyes and said； 〃Well； thank you…〃
〃I can give you Dr。 Rynzwyck's home phone if you want it； Doctor； but he usually plays golf up in Orono in the morning。〃
〃That's okay；〃 Louis said。
He hung up the telephone。 Let that put paid to it； he thought。 When you were having that crazy dream； or whatever it was； Pascow's body was almost certainly in a Bergenfield funeral home。 That closes it off； let that be the end of it。
Driving home that afternoon； a simple explanation of the filth at the foot of the bed finally occurred to him； flooding him with relief。
He had experienced an isolated incident of sleepwalking； brought on by the unexpected and extremely upsetting happenstance of having a student mortally injured and then dying in his infirmary during his first real day on the job。
It explained everything。 The dream had seemed extremely real because large parts of it were real…the feel of the carpet； the cold dew； and； of course； the dead branch that had scratched his arm。 It explained why Pascow had been able to walk through the door and he had not。
A picture rose in his mind； a picture of Rachel ing downstairs last night and catching him bumping against the back door； trying in his sleep to walk through it。 The thought made him grin。 It would have giv