everts to its own voice 。 。 。 except； Jonesy realizes with a weary lack of surprise； its voice is his voice； Jonesy's voice。 And he knows what Henry would say： that he's having one whopper of a hallucination in the wake of Beaver's death。
Not anymore； he wouldn't； Jonesy thinks。 Not anymore。 Now he's the eggman； and the eggman knows better。
Henry？ He'll be dead soon； the gray fellow says indifferently。 Its hand steals across the counterpane； the trio of long gray fingers enfolds Jonesy's hand。 Its skin is warm and dry。
What do you mean？ Jonesy asks； afraid for Henry 。 。 。 but the dying thing in the bed doesn't answer。 It's another card for the crib； so Jonesy plays another one from his hand： Why did you call me here？
The gray creature expresses surprise； although its face still doesn't move。 No one wants to die alone； it says。 I just want someone to be with。 I know； we'll watch television。
I don't want…
There's a movie I particularly want to see。 You'll enjoy it； too。 It's called Sympathy for the Grayboys。 Bowser！ The remote！
Bowser favors Jonesy with what seems a particularly ill…natured look； then slithers off the pillow； its flexing tail making a dry rasp like a snake crawling over a rock。 On the table is a TV remote； also overgrown with fungus。 Bowser seizes it； turns； and slithers back to the gray creature with the remote held in its teeth。 The gray thing releases Jonesy's hand （its touch is not repulsive； but the release is still something of a relief）； takes the controller； points it at the TV； and pushes the ON button。 The picture that appears … blurred slightly but not hidden by the light fuzz growing on the glass … is of the shed behind the cabin。 In the center of the screen is a shape hidden by a green tarp。 And even before the door opens and he sees himself e in； Jonesy understands that this has already happened。 The star of Sympathy for the Grayboys is Gary Jones。
Well； the dying creature in the bed says from its fortable spot in the center of his brain； we missed the credits； but really； the movie's just starting。
That's what Jonesy's afraid of。
5
The shed door opens and Jonesy es in。 Quite the motley fellow he is； dressed in his own coat； Beaver's gloves； and one of Lamar's old orange hats。 For a moment the Jonesy watching in the hospital room （he has pulled up the visitor's chair and is sitting by Mr Gray's bed） thinks that the Jonesy in the snowmobile shed at Hole in the Wall has been infected after all； and that red moss is growing all over him。 Then he remembers that Mr Gray exploded right in front of him … his head did； anyway … and Jonesy is wearing the remains。
Only you didn't explode； he says。 You 。 。 。 you what？ Went to seed？
Shhh！ says Mr Gray； and Bowser bares its formidable headful of teeth； as if to tell Jonesy to stop being so impolite。 I love this song； don't you？
The soundtrack is the Rolling Stones' 'Sympathy for the Devil；' fitting enough since this is almost the name of the movie （my screen debut； Jonesy thinks； wait'll Carla and the kids see it）； but in fact Jonesy doesn't love it； it makes him sad for some reason。
How can you love it？ he asks； ignoring Bowser's bared teeth Bowser is no danger to him； and both of them know it； How can you？ It's what they were playing when they slaughtered you。
They always slaughter us； Mr Gray says。 Now be quiet； watch the movie； this part is slow but it gets a lot better。
Jonesy folds his hands in his red lap … the bleeding seems to have stopped； at least … and watches Sympathy for the Grayboys； starring the one and only Gary Jones。
6
The one and only Gary Jones pulls the tarp off the snowmobile； spots the battery sitting on the worktable in a cardboard box； and puts it in； being careful to clamp the cables to the correct terminals。 This pretty well exhausts his store of mechanical knowledge … he's a history teacher； not a mechanic； and his idea of home improvement is making the kids watch the History Channel once in a while instead of Xena。 The key is in the ignition； and the dashboard lights e on when he turns the key … got the battery right； anyway … but the engine doesn't start。 Doesn't even crank。 The starter makes a tut…tutting sound and that's all。
'Oh dear oh gosh dadrattit number two；' he says； running them all together in a monotone。 He isn't sure he could manifest much in the way of emotion now even if he really wanted to。 He's a horror…movie fan； has seen Invasion of the Body Snatchers two dozen times （he has even seen the wretched remake； the one with Donald Sutherland in it）； and he knows what's going on here。 His body has been snatched； most righteously and pletely snatched。 Although there will be no army of zombies； not even a townful。 He is unique。 He senses that Pete； Henry； and the Beav are also unique （was unique； in the Beav's case）； but he is the most unique of all。 You're not supposed to be able to say that … like the cheese belonging to the Farmer in the Dell； unique supposedly stands alone … but this is a rare case where that rule doesn't apply。 Pete and Beaver were unique； Henry is uniquer； and he； Jonesy； is uniquest。 Look； he's even starring in his own movie！ How unique is that； as his oldest son would say。
The gray fellow in the hospital bed looks from the TV where Jonesy I is sitting astride the Arctic Cat to the chair where Jonesy II sits in his blood…sodden johnny。
What are you hiding？ Mr Gray asks。
Nothing。
Why do you keep seeing a brick wall？ What is 19； besides a prime number？ Who said 'Fuck the Tigers'？ What does that mean？ What is the brick wall？ When is the brick wall？ What does it mean； why do you keep seeing it？
He can feel Mr Gray prying at him； but for the time being that one kernel is safe。 He can be carried； but not changed。 Not entirely opened； either； it seems。 Not yet； at least。
Jonesy puts his finger to his lips and gives the gray fellow's own words back to him： Be quiet； watch the movie。
It studies him with the black bulbs of its eyes （they are insectile； Jonesy thinks； the eyes of a praying mantis）； and Jonesy can feel it prying for a moment or two longer。 Then the sensation fades。 There is no hurry； sooner or later it will dissolve the shell over that last kernel of pure uninvaded Jonesy； and then it will know everything it wants to know。
In the meantime； they watch the movie。 And when Bowser crawls into Jonesy's lap … Bowser with his sharp teeth and his ethery antifreeze smell … Jonesy barely notices。
Jonesy I； Shed Jonesy （only that one's now actually Mr Gray）； reaches out。 There are many minds to reach out to； they are hopping all over each other like late…night radio transmissions； and he finds one with the information he needs easily enough。 It's like opening a file on your personal puter and finding a wonderfully detailed 3…D movie instead of words。
Mr Gray's source is Emil 'Dawg' Brodsky； from Menlo Park； New Jersey。 Brodsky is an Army Tech Sergeant； a motor…pool munchkin。 Only here； as part of Kurtz's Tactical Response Team； Tech Sergeant Brodsky has no rank。 No one else does； either。 He calls his superiors boss and those who rank below him （there are not many of those at this particular barbecue） hey you。 If he doesn't know which is which； pal or buddy will do。
There are jets overlying the area； but not many （they'll be able to get all the pix they need from low earth orbit if the clouds ever clear）； and they are not Brodsky's job； anyway。 The jets fly out of the Air National Guard base in Bangor； and he is here in Jefferson Tract。 Brodsky's job is the choppers and the trucks in the rapidly growing motor…pool （since noon； all the roads in this part of the state have been closed and the only traffic is olive…green trucks with their insignia masked）； He's also in charge of setting up at least four generators to provide the electricity needed to serve the pound growing around Gosselin's Market。 These needs include motion sensors； Pole lights； perimeter lights； and the makeshift operating theatre which is being hastily equipped in a Windstar motor home。
Kurtz has made it clear that the lights are a big deal … he wants this place as bright as day all night long。 The greatest number of pole lights is going up around the barn and what used to be a horse corral and paddock behind the barn。 In the field where old Reggie Gosselin's forty milkers once grazed away their days； two tents have been erected。 The larger has a sign on its green roof： MISSARY。 The other tent is white and unmarked。 There are no kerosene heaters in it； as there are in the larger tent； and no need of them。 This is the temporary morgue； Jonesy understands。 There are only three bodies in there now （one is a banker who tried to run away； foolish man）； but soon there may be lots more。 Unless there's an accident that makes collecting bodies difficult or impossible。 For Kurtz； the boss； such an accident would solve all sorts of problems。
And all that is by the way。 Jonesy I's Job is Emil Brodsky of Menlo Park。
Brodsky is striding rapidly across the snowy； muddy； churned…up ground between the helicopter landing zone and the paddock where the Ripley…positives are to be kept （there are al