More Than Human

She dropped her eyes. ‘I knew about the cable. I could have explained it to you. I tried and tried to bring it to your attention but you couldn’t see it until you were ready. All right – I know a lot more about you. But don’t you see that if I told you, you wouldn’t be able to hear me?’

He shook his head, not in denial but dazedly. He said, ‘But I’m not – sick any more!’

He read the response in her expressive face. He said faintly, ‘Am I?’ and then anger curled and kicked inside him. ‘Come on now,’ he growled, ‘you don’t mean to tell me I’d suddenly get deaf if you told me where I went to high school.’

‘Of course not,’ she said impatiently. ‘ It’s just that it wouldn’t mean anything to you. It wouldn’t relate.’ She bit her lip in concentration. ‘Here’s one: You’ve mentioned Bromfield a half dozen times.’

‘Who? Bromfield? I have not.’

She looked at him narrowly. ‘Hip – you have. You mentioned him not ten minutes ago.’

‘Did I?’ He thought. He thought hard. Then he opened his eyes wide. ‘By God, I did!’

‘All right. Who is he? What was he to you?’

‘Who?’

‘Hip!’ she said sharply.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘I guess I’m a little mixed up.’ He thought again, hard, trying to recall the entire sequence, every word. At last, ‘ B-bromfield,’ he said with difficulty.

‘It will hardly stay with you. Well, it’s a flash from a long way back. It won’t mean anything to you until you go back that far and get it.’

‘Go back? Go back how?’

‘Haven’t you been going back and back – from being sick here to being in jail to getting arrested, and just before that, to your visit to that house? Think about that, Hip. Think about why you went to the house.’

He made an impatient gesture. ‘I don’t need to. Can’t you see? I went to that house because I was searching for something – what was it? Oh, children; some children who could tell me where the half-wit was.’ He leapt up, laughed. ‘You see? The half-wit – I remembered. I’ll remember it all, you’ll see. The half-wit… I’d been looking for him for years, forever. I… forget why, but,’ he said, his voice strengthening, ‘that doesn’t matter any more now. What I’m trying to tell you is that I don’t have to go all the way back; I’ve done all I need to do. I’m back on the path. Tomorrow I’m going to that house and get that address and then I’ll go to wherever that is and finish what I started out to do in the first place when I lost the – ’

He faltered, looked around bemusedly, spied the tubing lying on the chair arm, snatched it up. ‘This,’ he said triumphantly. ‘It’s part of the – the – oh, damn it!’

She waited until he had calmed down enough to hear her. She said, ‘You see?’

‘See what?’ he asked brokenly, uncaring, miserable.

‘If you go out there tomorrow, you’ll walk into a situation you don’t understand, for reasons you can’t remember, asking for someone you can’t place, in order to go find out something you can’t conceive of. But,’ she admitted, ‘you are right, Hip – you can do it.’

‘If I did,’ he said, ‘it would all come back.’

She shook her head. He said harshly, ‘You know everything, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Hip.’

‘Well, I don’t care. I’m going to do it anyway.’

She took one deep breath. ‘You’ll be killed.’

‘What?’

‘If you go out there you will be killed,’ she said distinctly. ‘Oh, Hip, haven’t I been right so far? Haven’t I? Haven’t you gotten back a lot already – really gotten it back, so it doesn’t slip away from you?’

Agonized, he said, ‘You tell me I can walk out of here tomorrow and find whatever it is I’ve been looking – Looking? Living for… and you tell me it’ll kill me if I do. What do you want from me? What are you trying to tell me to do?’ ‘Just keep on,’ she pleaded.

‘Just keep on with what you’ve been doing.’

‘For what?’ he raged. ‘Go back and back, go farther away from the thing I want? What good will – ‘

‘Stop it!’ she said sharply. To his own astonishment he stopped. ‘You’ll be biting holes in the rug in a minute,’ she said gently and with a gleam of amusement. ‘That won’t help.’

He fought against her amusement but it was irresistible. He let it touch him and thrust it away; but it had touched him. He spoke more quietly; ‘You’re telling me I mustn’t ever find the – the half-wit and the… whatever it is?’

‘Oh,’ she said, her whole heart in her inflection, ‘oh, no! Hip, you’ll find it, truly you will. But you have to know what it is; you have to know why.’

‘How long will it take?’

She shook her head soberly. ‘I don’t know.’

‘I can’t wait. Tomorrow – ‘He jabbed a finger at the window. The dark was silvering, the sun was near, pressing it away. ‘Today, you see? Today I could go there… I’ve got to; you understand how much it means, how long I’ve been…’ His voice trailed off; then he whirled on her. ‘ You say I’ll be killed; I’d rather be killed, there with it in my hands; it’s what I’ve been living for anyway!’

She looked up at him tragically. ‘Hip – ‘

‘No!’ he snapped. ‘You can’t talk me out of it.’