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It was eerily familiar. It was like Alex, sitting by the side of the road, seeming so lost.

But this girl had clearly been heading somewhere. She was dressed for an office. Claire could see a laptop and a purse in the passenger seat. And there was a sealed cup steaming the scent of coffee into the air from the cup holder in the door.

The girl caught sight of Claire, and waved her over. Claire hesitated, remembering what kind of reception she’d had from Alex, but finally went. She stopped out of grabbing range and said, “Are you having car trouble?” Because that made the most sense, obviously.

The girl looked at her and said, “I can’t find my mom’s office.”

“I . . . Excuse me?”

“I know it’s around here somewhere. My God, I go there all the time! It’s ridiculous! Look, can you help me?”

“Uh . . . sure,” Claire said cautiously. “What’s the name of the office?”

“Landau Realty.”

Claire had never heard of it. “You’re sure it’s around here?”

“I’m sure. It was right
there
. But the sign’s gone, and there’s nobody inside. I’ve been up and down the street. There’s not even a note. It’s ridiculous! I was there
yesterday
!”

A man came out of another building down the street, carrying a briefcase. The girl yelled at him. “Hey, mister! Where’s Landau Realty? Did they move?”

He hesitated, frowning, and then walked over, tucking his newspaper under his arm. “Excuse me?”

“Landau Realty,” the girl repeated. “God, really? Has everybody gone crazy?”

“You’re . . . Laura, right? Iris’s daughter?”

“Yes! Yes, Iris is my mom.” Laura breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Look, her office was right here, and I don’t understand. . . .”

The man was looking at her
very
oddly. He also looked at Claire, as if she ought to be doing something. She had no clue. Finally, he cleared his throat and said, “Laura, look—I don’t know what happened, but you
know
where your mom is. She . . . she died last year. The office was closed up. I attended the funeral. So did you.”

Laura stared at him, wide-eyed, and shook her head. “No. No, that’s not true. I’d remember—”

She stopped. Just . . . stopped. It was like someone hit a reset button in her head, because all of a sudden she looked older, and her face just crumpled with the weight of misery. “Oh, God,” she said, and put both hands to her mouth. “Oh, God, I remember that. I remember—What was I thinking? Why did I . . . ? Oh, God,
Mom
. . .” She burst into tears and got back into her car, slamming the door as she fumbled for a tissue out of her purse.

The man hesitated, then decided he really didn’t want to hang around to be a shoulder to cry on. He walked away quickly, like whatever had gotten into Laura might be contagious.

Claire hesitated. She felt like she
ought
to do something, but suddenly getting to Myrnin’s lab seemed much more important.

Her conscience was cleared by Laura Laudau blowing her nose, wiping her eyes, putting her car in drive, and heading off down the street, still crying.

Something was very, very wrong.

It’s the machine
, Claire thought.

It had to be the machine.

When she went to see Myrnin about it, though, things didn’t go as she’d planned. Not at all.

First, as she descended the stairs, she found that the lights were all off. That wasn’t like him; Myrnin had no real concept of energy conservation, and he couldn’t be bothered to turn things off if they were already on.
Power failure
, Claire thought, but when she located a switch on the wall and threw it, all the sconces on the walls lit up with a reassuring golden glow, spilling color and life through the room.

Myrnin was lying stretched out on one of the lab tables, wearing a crimson dressing gown that had seen better days—at least fifty years ago. His eyes were closed, and he seemed . . . dead. Asleep? But Myrnin didn’t sleep, not really. She’d seen him nap occasionally, but he’d wake at the slightest sound.

She’d just clomped down the steps and switched on the lights, and he hadn’t moved.

“Myrnin?” She said it reasonably loudly, but he didn’t stir. “Myrnin, are you okay?” She was getting a sick, strange feeling about this. He looked . . . posed, almost. Like a corpse laid out for burial.

After what seemed like an eternity, his eyelids slowly raised, and he stared blankly at the roof of the lab. “I think I was dreaming,” he said. His voice sounded drugged and slow. “Was I dreaming?” He turned his head and looked at her with strange, luminous eyes. “I thought you were gone.”

“I went home,” she said, and her uneasiness intensified to a prickling all over her skin. “Don’t you remember?”

“No,” he said softly. “No, I don’t remember. I’ve been feeling . . . tired. I wish I could sleep. Sleep must be a very nice thing.” In the same distant, contemplative voice, he said, “I loved her, you know.”

Claire opened her mouth, then closed it without saying anything. Myrnin didn’t seem to care either way. “I loved her and I destroyed her. Don’t you ever wish you could take something back, Claire? Something terrible that you wish never happened?”

He
really
wasn’t well. She just knew it. She could feel it. “Maybe I should call Dr. Mills,” Claire said. “Or Theo. You like Theo. You can talk to him.”

“I don’t need a doctor. I’m perfectly fine. I checked my blood for any signs of degeneration, and I’m free of any sign of the disease that afflicted us before.” He shut his eyes again. “I’m just tired, Claire. Tired and . . . tired of everything. It’s a mood. It will pass.” To prove it, he sat up and hopped off the lab table—from depressed to manic in one leap. His heart wasn’t in it, but he rubbed his hands together and smiled at her. “Now. What do you have for me, my little mechanic?”

She hated to say it now, because she knew it was absolutely the worst time to try to talk to him, but she had no real choice. “I think there’s something wrong with the machine,” she said. “I think maybe we did something wrong.”

His eyes opened very wide. “And why would you say such a thing? I’ve run all the tests, I tell you. There’s nothing wrong.”

“It’s not something that’s obvious; it’s just that—” She couldn’t quite think how to phrase it, so she just blurted it out. “People are acting crazy. I think it’s the machine.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s not the machine; it can’t be,” Myrnin said. “Don’t be so overdramatic, Claire. People in Morganville regularly go around the twist, normally in fairly spectacular ways. It’s really not all that unusual. Perhaps it’s unusual to see so many acting oddly at once, but odder things have happened here.” He smiled and spread his hands. “There. All explained. No cause for alarm.”

“Well—but there was this boy, Alex. I saw him yesterday morning. He didn’t know where he was. It was really weird, and he was really upset.”

“Don’t young men these days constantly seek new ways to obliterate their brains? They certainly did in my day, although the most they had to work with were fermented beverages and exotic herbs. Young Alex almost certainly had a blackout that can be perfectly explained by drugs and alcohol.” Myrnin turned away to pick up his Ben Franklin spectacles, balanced them on his nose, and looked over them to say, “Don’t do drugs. I feel I ought to say that.”

“I
don’t
,” Claire said, exasperated, and sat down across from him on a pile of boxes. “Okay, then, never mind Alex. Michael actually thought I was his mother! How weird is
that
?”

“Hmm. Less explainable, but when did this happen?”

“Yesterday morning.”

“Don’t you ever wake up and think yourself in a different place, a different time? It happens to vampires fairly often, actually. It even happens to me occasionally, when I manage to sleep.” Myrnin studied her for a few long seconds. “He’s fine now, I assume.”

Claire hesitated, then had to nod. Michael had been absolutely normal ever since. So maybe she was putting things together that didn’t belong. It might even explain the vamp in the diner, if vampires were prone to sleepwalking. . . . “There was another one at the hospital,” Claire said. “He said he was a doctor, but he wasn’t. Michael said later that he used to be a doctor, before he had a breakdown.”

“Aha, a
breakdown
. I believe that might be called a clue.”

It was so
frustrating
. She just knew . . . but Myrnin’s arguments were so logical and practical that she felt stupid. “And this morning,” she said. “Laura Landau. She was looking for her mom’s office. But her mom’s been dead for a year. And Laura went to the funeral and everything. It was like she just woke up and . . . forgot.”

That made Myrnin pause for a moment, considering. He touched his earlobe, tugged it, and finally said, “I acknowledge that I have no explanation for that. I’ll run another set of diagnostics and review the logs, I promise you, but I can’t see any way that these incidents could be connected with our efforts. The machine is designed to have an effect
outside
of town, not
inside
. I can assure you that, strange as this may seem, it could be complete coincidence.”

“Are you sure?” she asked. “Are you really, totally sure?”

“Yes,” he said. “I am sure. I double-checked everything after you went home yesterday. I even made a few improvements, just in case.”

The first part of that reassured her. The second part . . . not so much. “What kind of improvements?”

“Oh, nothing, really. Mostly just streamlining. You really did very well; I certainly don’t want you to think that I am one of those people who has to be in control all the—Oh, well, I suppose that’s actually true—I do have to be in control all the time. But only because I am in charge, of course.” His manic chatter wasn’t fooling her; there was a strange look in his eyes, and something was off about his behavior, too. “It’s all fine, Claire. You should just leave it to me.”

She swallowed a mouthful of dread. “Can I take a look? Not that I don’t trust you. Only because I’m really worried about my friends.”

“Aren’t I your friend?” he asked, very softly. There was a cold light in his eyes, something that seemed so alien to her, it was like seeing him possessed. “Friends trust each other. There’s nothing wrong with the machine. In fact, for the first time in years, I actually feel . . . rested. I feel
better
.”

But five minutes ago he’d said he was tired. This was scaring her. “Myrnin, you are my friend, but there’s something not right about this. Please. Let me see it.”

He debated it for a moment, and then nodded. The cold light was gone from his eyes when he blinked, and his body language shifted back, subtly, to the Myrnin she knew. “Of course you can. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. Well, I moved it downstairs and installed it below,” he said. “I’ll show it to you just this once. I put in safety protocols to protect it against any unauthorized tampering, so be warned. I don’t want you down there alone, all right?”

“All right,” she said. The “safety protocols” were, no doubt, something that would eat her or burn her face off. She wasn’t eager to go poking around downstairs. “I just won’t feel good about it until I check for myself.”

He tapped his pen on his lips. “I heard your father is unwell.”

“He’s in the hospital. They . . . they were moving him and my mom today to Dallas, to a heart hospital.”

“And yet you’re here, talking to me about all these vague suspicions,” he said. “I would have thought that you’d be at his side, still.”

She felt terrible the instant he said it; she’d been feeling guilty about it all morning, but her dad had texted her at four a.m. and said,
No need to come, they’re already getting me ready. Love you, sweetheart.
And she’d texted him back first thing when she woke up, but the ambulance had already left.

“He’s already gone,” she said. “And I want to make sure this thing didn’t make him sick in the first place.” That was a little more of an attack than she’d planned, but she did mean it.

He stood there watching her in silence, and then bowed his head. “Perhaps I deserved that,” he said. “I haven’t been myself; I know that. But I know the machine is working correctly. I can feel it. Can’t you?”

“I can’t feel anything,” Claire said. “I wish I could.”

He led the way to the trapdoor in the back of the lab, and she stood back while he entered the code and pressed his hand to the plate. The hatch popped open with a hiss of escaping cool air.

“Right, down you go,” Myrnin said, and, without any warning at all, grabbed hold of her, wrapped his arms around her, and jumped into the dark.

It wasn’t a long fall, but it was way longer than she’d ever like to jump by herself. Myrnin landed with hardly a jolt. For a second, he held on to her, which made her feel . . . weird, in a lot of wrong ways. And then all of a sudden he let go and was across the room, turning on overhead lights with the flip of a switch. “I really ought to install one of those marvelous things. You know, the ones that turn the lights on when you clap?”

“You could get motion sensors.”

“Where would the fun be in that? This way. Stay close. There are a few new things lying around that it wouldn’t be good for you to, ah, encounter.”

Right. Myrnin was the master of understatement, because from what Claire had seen of his downstairs playhouse, it was
full
of things that no sane person would want to run into. And now there were
new
things.

Claire stayed so close she might as well have been grafted to him. He seemed back to normal now, which was a relief.

At the end of a long, rough-hewn tunnel studded at not-very-regular intervals with lights lay a big, open cave that held the remains of the computer Claire had once known as Ada. Ada had been mostly machine, but partly vampire: Myrnin’s former vampire lab assistant, and—although Myrnin never quite got around to telling the details—almost certainly his girlfriend, too, at some point. But Ada, like the rest of the vampires in Morganville, had contracted a disease that had made her slowly go insane—and unlike the rest of the vampires, they hadn’t been able to treat her. It hadn’t been so much the disease, Claire thought, as being stuck inside that mechanical
thing
without a body that had finally driven her completely crazy.

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