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Laura seized Myers's fork in one hand. "Whose brain--"
Myers looked to the light again. "The box was ice-cold. He said he had just come from the cryonics lab--"
Laura's arms swept the dishes from the table to a smash-up on the floor, and she ran out of the diner with Myers in close pursuit.
Laura was off the curb and in the street before Myers had made it past the diner's front door, and he was barely in time when he pulled her back onto the curb and out of the path of a car that screeched to a halt well past the spot where she had stood only a moment before.
"You okay?" Myers asked with a hand at each end of Laura's shoulders.
Laura wiped the wide eyes that stared at the car. "Let me see it again."
"See what? Your life flash before your eyes?"
"Let me see the tape again. I want to see what my mother sees."
Myers dropped his hands. "I'll let you see it live. Let me pay the bill."
"You know that if this is some elaborate joke, I'll have you killed, Doctor Myers." Laura was leaning forward in her father's chair once more, watching the television screen intensely.
"Peter. Please. I'm not a doctor yet, and this is not a joke." He exhaled another cloud of smoke through the window he had opened wide for ventilation. "'Sides, these days I'm not afraid to die."
Laura's mouth was hanging open once more. "I've seen this before."