They're Calling for You - ep III

"Carol!" The man wept, crushing her hand to his face. She pushed at him, trying not to call out.

His face disappeared behind Henry's giant fist. He crumpled, still holding on, but she slipped away when Henry grabbed her by the other hand and made off.

Background conversation had ceased, but people were beginning to look like they were recognizing them.

"Keep moving," Henry said. A tall, heavyset woman in a red dress with white flowers stepped in front of them. He shouldered her aside, but as they were passing she reached out and hooked her fingers into Carol's necklace, ripping it off.

"C-Carol," the woman said. Other voices now. Saying both their names as the two made it outside- rising in volume as the other patrons closed in.

"Run!" Henry shouted, shoving her in front. The rental cars were just outside.

"Which one?" Carol shouted.

"The Taurus!" Henry said, jabbing the key fob. They jumped in and Henry reversed, distancing them from the pursuers. A man flung himself onto the windshield as he threw it in Drive.

"Henry!" he plead until he tumbled off the car going at sixty.

"What do we do?" Carol asked.

"I've got a month's supplies," he said. "This is a chemically induced hysteria. It'll wear off by then."

"But what if it doesn't?"

"It will."

"But what if it doesn't?"