Jonesy felt Mr. Gray reaching out, reaching back. Mr. Gray could touch Henry’s mind but not get inside it—like Jonesy, Henry was to some degree different. No matter; there was the man with Henry, Overhill or Underhill. From him, Mr. Gray was able to get a good fix.
Jonesy felt Mr. Gray reaching out, reaching back. Mr. Gray could touch Henry’s mind but not get inside it—like Jonesy, Henry was to some degree different. No matter; there was the man with Henry, Overhill or Underhill. From him, Mr. Gray was able to get a good fix. They were seventy miles behind, maybe more . . . and pulling off the turnpike? Yes, pulling off in Derry.
Mr. Gray cast back farther yet, and discovered more pursuers. Three of them . . . but Jonesy felt this group’s main focus was not Mr. Gray, but Overhill/ Underhill. He found that both incredible and inexplicable, but it seemed to be true. And Mr. Gray liked that just fine. He didn’t even bother to look for the reason why Overhill/ Underhill and Henry might be stopping.
