"Good," Joanna said, suddenly worn out. "Because I don't think I can." She stood up. "You're right, it has been a hard day, and I've still got some interviews to transcribe before I go home. And I've got to go see Maisie-"

"I understand," he said. "You think about it tonight, and tomorrow I'll show you the setup.

Okay?"

"Okay. Ten o'clock," she said, and started up the stairs. "And thank you for dinner. Your lab coat's the best restaurant around."

She went cautiously to the top of the stairs, opened the door a crack, and peered out. The hall was empty. "The coast is clear," she said, and they went out into the hall.

"I'll see you at ten o'clock," he said and smiled at her. "Or call me if you have any questions." Hepulled a business card out of his lab coat pocket. He's like one of those clowns, she thought, who keep pulling handkerchiefs and bicycle horns and rabbits out of their pockets.

"I think we'd make a great team," he said.

"I want to think about it," she said. "I'll let you know tomorrow."

He nodded. "I really want you to work with me. I think we could accomplish great things." He started down the hall and then turned back, looking bewildered. "How do I get back to my office?"

She laughed. "Elevator up to seventh, go across the walkway, and take the stairs outside Magnetic Imaging back down to sixth."

He grinned. "You see? I can't do without you. You've got to say you'll do the project."

She shook her head, smiling, and turned to go over to the west wing to see Maisie. And ran straight into Maurice Mandrake.

"I couldn't get you through your pager," he said sternly. "I a.s.sumed you were interviewing a patient. Is that where you're going now?"

"No," Joanna said, continuing to walk.

"I heard someone who'd coded was brought into the ER this afternoon," he said. "Where is he?"

That's the question, Joanna thought. Where is he? "He died," she said.

"Died?"

"Yes. Right after they brought him in."

"Pity," Mr. Mandrake said. "Heart attack victims have the most detailed NDEs. Where are you going now?"

He must think she had another NDEer stashed somewhere. "Home," she said and walked determinedly away from him.

He caught up with her. "I spoke with Mrs. Davenport this afternoon. She's remembered a number of additional details about her NDE. She remembers a golden staircase, and at the top of it, two angels with shining white wings."

"Really?" Joanna said, continuing to walk. There was a staff elevator at the end of the hall if she could just get away from him for a moment, which didn't seem likely.

"Standing between the angels was her uncle Alvin, wearing his white naval uniform," Mr.

Mandrake said, "which proves that the experience was real. Mrs. Davenport had no way of knowing what he was wearing when he was killed at Guadalca.n.a.l."

Except for family snapshots and every World War II movie ever made, Joanna thought,wondering whether Mr. Mandrake intended to follow her all the way to wherever she was going.

Apparently he was, which meant she didn't dare go see Maisie. Maisie could hold her own against Mr. Mandrake, but he didn't know she was back in the hospital, and Joanna wanted to keep it that way.

"I'm anxious to tell Dr. Wright about Mrs. Davenport's experience," he said. "One of the nurses told me he is attempting to reproduce the NAE in the laboratory, which is, of course, impossible. Any number of researchers have tried, using sensory deprivation and drugs and sonic vibrations, but none of them have been able to reproduce the NAE because it is spiritual, not physical."

Joanna looked down the hall at two women coming their way, hoping it was someone she knew, but they were clearly visitors. One of them was carrying a bouquet of tulips.

"The NAE cannot be explained by anoxia, endorphins, or randomly firing synapses, as I proved in my book, The Light at the End of the Tunnel," Mr. Mandrake said as they pa.s.sed the visitors.

"The only explanation is that they have actually been to the Other Side. In my new book, I explore the many messages that-"

"Excuse me," a voice from behind them said. It was the woman with the tulips. "I couldn't help overhearing. You're Maurice Mandrake, aren't you? I just wanted to tell you-"

Joanna didn't hesitate. She said, "I'll leave you two," and darted around the corner to the stairs.

"I've read your book, and it gave me so much hope," she heard the woman say as she opened the door. She darted down to second, sprinted through Radiology across the walkway to the west wing, and up the stairs to the fourth floor.

Maisie wasn't there. She must have been taken down for tests, Joanna thought, peeking in 456.

The bed was unmade, the sheets pushed back where Maisie had gotten out of them. The TV was on, and on the screen an a.s.sortment of orphans was dancing up and down stairs. Annie.

Joanna started down to the nurses' station to find out when she'd be back, and then saw Maisie's mother coming down the hall, smiling. "Were you looking for Maisie, Dr. Lander?" she asked. "She's down having an echocardiogram."

"I just dropped by to see her, Mrs. Nellis," Joanna said. "Would you tell her I'll come see her tomorrow?"

"I don't know if she'll be here tomorrow," Mrs. Nellis said. "She's just in for follow-up tests. Dr.

Murrow will probably let her go home as soon as they're finished."

"Oh?" Joanna said. "How's she doing?"

"Really well," Mrs. Nellis said enthusiastically. "This new antiarrhythmia drug's working wonderfully, much better than the one she was on before. I've seen enormous improvement. I think she may even be able to start back to school soon."

"That's wonderful," Joanna said. "I'll miss her, but I'm glad she's doing so well. Tell her I'll come by and see her early tomorrow morning before she goes home.""I will," Mrs. Nellis said. She looked at her watch. "I'd better get going.. I need to go pick up something to eat, and I want to be here when Maisie gets back." She hurried off toward the elevators.

I hope she's not counting on the cafeteria, Joanna thought, and started toward the stairs.

"Don't leave!" a voice shouted. She turned. It was Maisie, gesturing wildly from a wheelchair being pushed by a nurse. Joanna walked over to them.

"See?" Maisie was saying triumphantly to the nurse. "I told you she always comes to see me as soon as she knows I'm here." She turned to Joanna. "Did Dr. Wright tell you I had something to talk to you about?"

"Yes," Joanna said, and to the nurse, "I can take her back to her room."

The nurse shook her head. "I've got to hook her up to the monitors, and see that she gets in bed and rests," she said mock-fiercely to Maisie.

"I will," Maisie said, "only I've got to tell Joanna something first. About NDEs. I was reading this book about the Hindenburg," she told Joanna as she was pushed to her room. "It's really neat. Did you know they had a piano? Up in a balloon?"

The nurse pushed the wheelchair into the room and over next to the bed. "It was an aluminum piano, but still!" Maisie said, bounding out of the wheelchair before the nurse could get the footrests flipped up. She dug in the drawer of the stand next to her bed. "I bet it fell on somebody when the Hindenburg blew up."

I'll bet it did, Joanna thought.

"Maisie," the nurse said, holding the monitor wires and the tube of gel to attach the electrodes.

"Why don't you get into bed?" Joanna suggested, "and I'll look for the book."

"Not the book," Maisie said, still digging. "The paper. The piano weighed 397 pounds."

"Maisie," the nurse said firmly.

"Did you know there was a reporter there?" she said, matter-of-factly yanking her hospital gown up so the nurse could attach electrodes to her flat little-girl chest. "He reported the whole thing. 'Oh, this is terrible!' Ow! That's cold! 'Oh, the humanity.' "

She chattered on while the nurse checked the monitor, adjusted dials, and checked the readouts.

It had nothing to do with NDEs, but Joanna hadn't really expected it to. Maisie had spent the better part of three years in hospitals-she knew exactly how to distract nurses, put off unpleasant procedures, and, above all, get people to stay and keep her company.

"All right, now don't get out of bed," the nurse ordered. "See that she rests," she said to Joanna and went out.

"You heard what she said," Joanna said, standing up. "How about if I come see you tomorrowmorning?"

"No," Maisie said. "You can't go yet. I haven't told you about the NDE thing yet. You know how I didn't see anything that time I almost died, and Mr. Mandrake said I did, that everybody sees a tunnel and an angel. Well, they don't. This guy, he worked on the Hindenburg, and he was up inside the balloon part when it blew up, and everybody else fell off, but he didn't. He hung on to the metal struts and it was really hot. His hands got all burned into these black claws," she demonstrated, "and he wanted to let go, but he didn't. He squinched his eyes shut"-she demonstrated-"and he saw all these different things."

She unfolded the paper and handed it to Joanna. It was a Xerox of a page out of a book. "I don't know if it was a real near-death experience or not because, if he was dead, he would have let go, wouldn't he? But he saw stuff like in one. Snow and a train and a whale flipping its tail up out of the ocean."

She leaned forward, careful not to unhook her electrodes, and handed the folded paper to Joanna. "I like the part the best when he's in the birdcage and he has to hang on with his feet like on a trapeze so he won't fall into the fire."

Joanna unfolded the paper and read the account of what the crewman had seen: glittering white fields and the whale Maisie had described and then the sensation of a train going by. He had been surprised that it didn't stop, he had decided it must be an express, but that couldn't be right. There was no express to Bregenz.

Joanna looked up. "I think you're right, Maisie," she said. "I think this was a near-death vision."

"I know," Maisie said. "I figured it was when I read about him seeing the snow, because it's white like the light everybody says they see. Did you get to the part where the snow turns into flowers?"

"No," Joanna said and began reading again. He had seen his grandmother, sitting by the fire, and then himself as a bird in a cage being thrown into it, and then the white fields again, but not of snow, of apple blossoms in fields stretching beneath him in endless heavenly meadows.

"Well, what do you think?" Maisie said impatiently.

I wish he were one of my interview subjects, Joanna thought. His account was full of details and, except for the mention of the heavenly meadows, devoid of the standard religious imagery and tunnels and brilliantly white lights. The kind of NDE account she dreamed of and hardly ever got.

"I think he was brave to keep hanging on, don't you?" Maisie said, "with his hands hurting so bad and everything."

"Yes," Joanna said. "Can I keep this?"

"That's what I made Nurse Barbara copy it for, so you could use it in your research."

"Thank you," Joanna said, and folded the paper up again."I don't think I could've," Maisie said thoughtfully. "I think I would've probably let go."

Joanna stopped in the act of sticking the paper in her pocket. "I'll bet you would've hung on,"

she said.

Maisie looked seriously at her for a long minute, and then said, "Did I help you with your research?"

"You did," Joanna said. "You can be my research a.s.sistant anytime."

"I'm going to look for other ones," she said. "I'll bet lots of people in disasters had them, like during earthquakes and stuff."

I'll bet they did, Joanna thought.

"I'll bet the people at Mount St. Helens realty had them." She shoved the covers back and started to get out of bed.

"Not so fast," Joanna said. "You're all hooked up. You can only be my research a.s.sistant if you do what the nurses tell you. I mean it. You're supposed to be resting."

"I was just getting my earthquake book," Maisie said. "It's on the windowsill. I can rest and read at the same time."

I'll bet, Joanna thought, getting the book for her. "You can read for fifteen minutes, that's it."

"I promise," Maisie said, already opening the book. "I'll page you when I find some more."

Joanna nodded. "I'll see you later, kiddo," she said, giving Maisie's foot under the covers a squeeze, and started for the door.

"Don't leave!" Maisie said, and when Joanna turned around, "I have to show you this picture of the piano."

"Okay. One picture," Joanna said, "and then I have to go."

Three pictures of the piano and the smoking skeleton-like wreck of the Hindenburg later she finally succeeded in getting away from Maisie and back to her office. And at some point along the way, her second wind deserted her, and she felt utterly exhausted.

Too exhausted to water her Swedish ivy or listen to her voice messages, even though her answering machine was blinking in the double-time that meant it was full. She laid her turned-off pager on the desk, got her coat and gloves, and locked the office behind her.

"Oh, good, you haven't left yet," Vielle said. Joanna turned around. Vielle was coming down the hall toward her, still in her dark blue scrubs and surgical cap.

"What are you doing up here?" Joanna asked. "Please tell me it's not another NDE.""No, all quiet on the western front," she said, pulling her surgical cap off and shaking out the tangle of narrow black braids. "I came up to see if Dr. Right ever found you, and to ask you what movies you wanted me to rent for Dish Night Thursday."

Dish Night was their weekly movie rental night. "I don't know," Joanna said wearily. "Nothing with dying in it."

"I know," Vielle said. "I never got a chance to talk to you after-we worked on him for another twenty minutes, but it was no use. He was gone."

Gone, Joanna thought. NDEers weren't the only ones who talked about going and coming back in regard to dying. Doctors and nurses did, too. The patient pa.s.sed away. He pa.s.sed over. He left a wife and two children. He pa.s.sed on. Joanna's mother had told people her father "slipped away," and the minister at her mother's funeral had spoken of "the dear departed" and "those who have gone before us." Gone where?

"It's always bad when they go like that, with no warning," Vielle said, "especially when they're as young as he was. I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm okay," Joanna said. "It's just-what do you think he meant, 'It's too far for her to come'?"

"He was pretty far gone when his girlfriend arrived," Vielle said. "I don't think he realized she was there."

No, Joanna thought, that wasn't it. "He kept saying 'fifty-eight.' Why would he say that?"

Vielle shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe he was echoing what the nurses were saying. His blood pressure was eighty over fifty."

It was seventy over fifty, Joanna thought. "Did the cell phone number of his girlfriend have a fifty-eight in it?"

"I don't remember. By the way, did Dr. Right ever find you? Because if he didn't, I think you should stop trying to avoid him. I ran into Louisa Krepke on my way up here, and she said he's a neurologist, absolutely gorgeous, and single."