Syndrome

your while.'

For some reason, maybe it was telepathy, Knickers had begun bouncing about the kitchen, angling for a walk, even though she normally was mortally fearful of thunder.

Now Ally did know who it was.

What was he doing calling her here at home, in a rainstorm? After all these weeks.

Well, she thought,I have nothing left to fear from him or any of them. Why not?

'It's raining,' she said. 'This had better be fast.'

And she hung up the phone.

'Who was that, honey?' Nina asked. 'I hope it wasn't anybody I know. You were somewhat abrupt.'

'Mom, they deserved whatever they got, and it's no big deal. But I think I'm going to take Knickers out. She's making me nuts.'

Ally couldn't focus on what had just happened. He had a lot of nerve. On the other hand, she loved to be down by the river when it was this way, shrouded in pastel mist.

'Honey, it's raining cats and dogs,' Nina declared. 'You're apt to catch your death.'

'No, Mom, it's letting up now. I'll be all right, really.' She was digging out her tan raincoat and rubber galoshes from the closet by the door. Knickers immediately realized what was up and began a dance of joy, barking as she raced to find her leash.

'Come on, honey,' Ally said, taking the braided leather. 'I want you close to me.'

The ride down in the elevator felt ominous, though Knickers failed to share any of her apprehension as she bounced around the glass dome and nuzzled Ally's legs. The thunder she was sometimes fearful of had lessened, and that Ally thought had doubtless improved her courage.

The condominium no longer had a doorman. In hopes of trimming costs, the condo board had sent out a secret ballot on the subject. By a narrow margin the owners had voted to dispense with that particular frill. Although she missed Alan and his early morning optimism about his Off-Broadway hopes, she realized the economy was probably timely. All those weeks when she hadn't been pulling her weight at CitiSpace, the nut on that operation hadn't diminished any.

As she stepped onto Barrow Street, the late-spring air was unseasonably brisk and the rain had blanked visibility down to almost nothing. On other days this would had been that magical moment just after the sun went down, when gorgeous fiery orange clouds hung over the Hudson, but now there was a hint of brooding in the bleak rain. It fit the dark mood she felt growing around her.

He wanted to meet her down by the river. Gripping Knickers' leash, she checked the traffic lights, then marched across the West Side Highway. The new esplanade along the river was awash in the rain and was uncharacteristically empty.

That was lucky for Knickers. Off-the-leash time. Ally drew her close and clicked open the catch that attached it to her collar. With a 'woof' of joy, she dashed off toward the vacant pier, then headed out.

'Baby, slow down,' Ally yelled but it was to no avail. A second later, her fluffy sheepdog was lost in the rain.

But she couldn't go far. The refurbished pier extended out into the river for maybe the length of a football field and change. Beyond that, there was at least half a mile of river before the shores of New Jersey For all her enthusiasm, Knickers wasn't about to dive into the chilly Hudson and swim for the horizon.

So where was he? He'd said 'down by the river.'

What to do now? She decided she might as well walk out after Knickers.

Now she was noticing something odd. The air was chilly; actually, raw was a better description. A last blast of unusual arctic air had accompanied the rain. She could feel the temperature on her face. She had stupidly gone out with just a light shirt under the raincoat, yet she didn't feel the slightest bit cold. It was as though her metabolism had sped up, the way it did during a run, though she wasn't breathing heavy or anything. It felt like one of those strange moments she'd been having, when she felt super alive.

Now Knickers was returning, but she was slinking back as though fearful of something, the rain running off her face.

'Come here, baby,' Ally said, reaching out. 'What is it?'

The darkness of the river flowed over her now, and for the first time ever, she wished she'd brought along a flashlight. .

That was when, out of the rain, she finally heard the sound. It was an engine lowering from the sky, which Knickers must have already heard. Then a helicopter, a McDonnell Douglas, materialized, lowering onto the empty sports space on the pier.

The downdraft of the rotor threw spray against the FieldTurf and into her eyes. But she gazed through it, unblinking, feeling an unexpected sense of power entering her limbs. The rain should have felt cold, but she didn't really notice.

Maybe, she thought, they had to meet. They were bonded.

As the pilot cut the power, the engine began to wind down-whoom, whoom, whoom-until it came to a dead stop and there followed an unnatural silence. Finally the door on the side opened and a metal step dropped down.

After a moment's pause that seemed to last forever, he appeared, at first a vague figure in the rain, but then he stepped down and came toward her. He was wearing a white hat with a wide brim and a tan raincoat that seemed more like a cloak than a coat.

'Alexa, I so appreciate your making time for me.'

It was hard to tell in the rain, but he appeared to be strong, and there was actually a kind of radiance about him, as though he carried his own special luminosity. He seemed completely transformed. The question was, transformed how? He looked years younger than the last time she saw him.

'I thought we should talk. I've been meaning to call you. I wanted to see how you're doing.'

That's not it at all, she told herself.What do you really want?

'Actually, I've been wanting to thank you,' Winston

Bartlett went on. 'It turns out that you saved me after all. Your telomerase antibodies finally kicked in. The initial ones Karl injected in me. It just took a few weeks.'

'And what about Kristen?' she asked.

His look saddened.

'You didn't hear?' He shook his head. 'She. . died in the fire.'

That doesn't sound right, Ally thought.She looked like she was the only one who was going to survive it.

'Oh yeah? How did that happen?'

'You might as well know. She was burned beyond recognition. The body still hasn't been officially identified. When the firemen found her, she had a shard of glass through her throat. They thought she must have fallen on something, but I fear it's entirely possible she could have done it to herself.'

Was that story true, or a bald-faced lie? Ally wondered. Were they still hiding her someplace?

But why was he here? He certainly hadn't come to discuss the kitchen design job for his Gramercy Park mansion. That was now long ago and far away.

'Alexa,' he said moving toward her, 'please don't be frightened but there's something I have to find out.'

He reached out with his left hand and seized her wrist. She only saw the glint of the penknife in his right hand for an instant before he slashed it across her palm.

'What!' she screamed and yanked her hand away. Knickers gave a loud yelp and then howled mournfully.

Only then did she notice that there'd been just a momentary flash of pain.

'It's okay,' Bartlett said reaching to soothe Knickers. 'Just a superficial scratch. Now watch it. I want to know if Karl had time to finish the procedure.'

My God. She didn't have to watch. She could already feel it beginning to heal.

'What's. . what's going on? Is this-?'

'He had hopefully completed the Beta on you just before Kristy's mother showed up. But did it work the way