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"It's a heart attack!" Myers's lips descended to Astrid's.
Laura relayed the information, nodded, then hung up. "It's on its way."
"Good, 'cause she's gonna need more than I can give 'er." Myers resumed the hammering of the elderly woman's chest with the balls of his hands.
"Oh my God."
"What?" Myers looked up from Astrid's wide, lifeless stare, beads of sweat pouring down on his face.
Laura didn't answer, but let the voice emanating from the television tell it all: "...we have yet to receive an official response from BIT, but Channel Six News has just learned that a Doctor Stuart Cheevers will be holding a news conference at ten a.m. tomorrow morning, reportedly related to this extraordinary videotape."
The TV screen showed images from the videotape last seen descending into Myers's pocket.
"That son of a bitch!" Myers stood up from the body on the floor.
"What? You know him?"
"Cheevers had nothing to do with it! Now he's gonna take all the credit, and the Institute's gonna help 'im!"
"My Aunt Astrid," Laura prompted softly with a look at the floor.
Myers took a step towards life. "I'm sorry. She's too far gone."
Laura sank towards the floor, but into Myers's arms. "Aunt Astrid."