"Heart cath?" Mrs. Woollam said, closing her Bible.
"Uh-huh," Luann said. Her beeper went off. "Sorry," she said, pulling it out of her pocket and glaring at it. "I"ll be right back." She went out.
"You said what you saw in your NDEs might be something else," Joanna said. "What did you mean? What do you think they might be?"
"I don"t know. Sometimes..." Her voice trailed off. "But I know that whatever it is, Jesus will be there with me." She opened her Bible again. "Isaiah 43, verse 2, "When thou pa.s.sest through the waters, I will be with thee. When thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned." "
Luann came back in, looking frazzled.
"I"d like to come talk with you again," Joanna told Mrs. Woollam. "May I?"
"If I"m still here," Mrs. Woollam said, and twinkled. "The HMO keeps cutting the amount of time the hospital can keep me. I"d like to talk to you, too. I"d like to know what you think these experiences are and what you think about death."
I think the more I find out the less I know, Joanna thought, heading back upstairs. She wished she didn"t still have two or more hours of transcribing tapes ahead of her. She couldn"t leave them till tomorrow, not with a full schedule of sessions, and she was already a week behind. She went into her office, took a tape out of the shoe box she kept her untranscribed tapes in, and turned on the computer.
"Oh, good, you"re back," Richard said, sticking his head in the door. "I had to reschedule Mr.
Sage"s first session to this afternoon. This shouldn"t take long. Tish has already got him prepped."
Richard was wrong. It took forever. Not because Mr. Sage had lots to relate, however. Getting him to say anything at all was like pulling teeth. "You say it was dark," Joanna asked after fifteen minutes of questioning. "Could you see anything?""When?"
"When you were in the dark."
"No. I told you, it was dark."
"Was it dark the whole time?"
"No," followed by an interminable pause while Joanna waited for him to add something.
"After it was dark, what happened?" she asked.
"Happened?"
"Yes. You said it wasn"t dark the whole time..."
"It wasn"t."
"Was it light part of the time?"
"Yeah."
"Can you describe the light?"
He shrugged. "A light."
She didn"t do any better when she asked him what feelings he"d had during the NDE. "Feelings?"
he repeated as if he had never heard the word before.
"Did you feel happy, sad, worried, excited, calm, warm, cold?"
The shrug again. "Would you say you felt good or bad?" she asked.
"When?"
"In the dark," Joanna said, gritting her teeth.
"Good or bad about what?" And so on, for over an hour.
"Boy," Richard said when Mr. Sage had taken his silent leave, "when you said people vary in their descriptive powers, you weren"t kidding."
"Well, at least we established that it was dark, and then light," Joanna said, shaking her head.
They were alone in the lab. Tish had stayed till halfway through the interrogation and then left, saying to Richard, "I"m going over to Happy Hour at the Rio Grande with a bunch of people, if you"re interested. Either of you," she"d added as an afterthought."I"m sorry I couldn"t get anything out of him about what he was feeling, if he was feeling," Joanna said. "I don"t think he had any negative feelings. He didn"t respond when I asked him if he"d felt worried or afraid."
"He didn"t respond at all," Richard said, going over to the console, "but at least we"ve got another set of scans to look at." He began typing in numbers. "I want to compare his endorphin levels with Amelia Tanaka"s."
And so much for Happy Hour at the Rio Grande, Joanna thought, but it was just as well. She had Mr. Sage"s account, such as it was, to type up, and all the other tapes she hadn"t transcribed yet.
She went back to her office.
Her answering machine was blinking. Don"t let it be Mr. Mandrake, she thought, and hit "play."
"This is Maurice Mandrake," the machine said. "I just wanted to tell you how delighted I am you"re working with Dr. Wright. I"m sure you will be an excellent influence. When can you meet with me to plan strategies?"
There were messages from Mrs. Haighton and Ann Collins, the nurse who had a.s.sisted at Mr.
Wojakowski"s session, asking Joanna to call them. And play another round of telephone tag, Joanna thought wearily, but she called them both back. Neither one was there. She left a message on both answering machines, and then sat down at her computer and transcribed Mr. Sage"s account.
It only took five minutes. She popped out the tape and stuck another one in. "It was...," an interminable pause, "...dark...," another one, "...I think..." Mrs. Davenport. "I was in...," very long pause, "...a kind of..." very, very long pause, and then her voice rising questioningly, "...tunnel?" This was ridiculous. She could put the tape on fast-forward and still type faster than Mrs. Davenport was speaking. And why not? she thought, reaching for the recorder. Even if she had to rewind to get it all, it would be an improvement on this.
It didn"t work. When she hit "fast-forward," it produced a high-pitched squeal. She tried hitting "fast-forward" and "play" at the same time. The "fast-forward" b.u.t.ton clicked off and there was a deafening whine. A man"s voice said, "Turn off that d.a.m.ned alarm."
A sudden silence, then the same voice saying, "Let me see a rhythm strip."
Greg Menotti coding, Joanna thought, I must have left the recorder on; she reached to hit "rewind."
"She"s too far away," Greg said, his voice distant and despairing, and Joanna took her finger off the "rewind" b.u.t.ton and listened. "She"ll never get here in time."
Joanna grabbed the shoe box of untranscribed tapes and rummaged through them as the tape played, looking at the dates. February twenty-fifth, December ninth.
"She"ll be here in just a few minutes," Vielle"s voice said from the tape, and the cardiologist"s, "What"s the BP?" January twenty-third, March-here it was. "Eighty over sixty," the nurse said, and Joanna hit "rewind," let it run, hit "play." "Fifty-eight," Greg said, and Joanna stopped the tape. She popped it out of the recorder, stuck the other one in, fast-forwarded to the middle."It was beautiful," Amelia Tanaka said. Too far. Joanna rewound, listened, rewound again, hit "play."
"She"s coming out of it," Richard"s voice said. Joanna leaned forward. "Oh, no," Amelia said, "oh, no, oh, no, oh, no."
Joanna played it twice, then popped the tape out and the other one back in, even though she already knew what it would sound like, already knew why Amelia"s voice had been so troubled. She had heard it before. "Too far for her to come," Greg had said, and his voice had held the same terror, the same despair.
She hit "rewind" and played it again, but she was already certain. She had heard the identical tone twice today, the first time reading the Bible, "When thou pa.s.sest through the waters, I will be with thee. When thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned."
And if she had gotten Mrs. Woollam"s voice on tape, all three voices would have sounded exactly the same. Just like Maisie"s, saying, "Do you think it hurts?"
12.
"Why, man, they couldn"t hit an elephant at this dist-"
-American Civil War general John Sedgwick"s last words, at the Battle of Spotsylvania Courthouse.
Mr. Wojakowski was right on time the next morning. "That"s one thing they teach you in the navy, being on time," he told Richard and launched into a story about GeeGaw Rawlins, a perennially tardy gunner"s mate. "Killed at Iwo. Tracer bullet right through the eye," he finished cheerfully and trotted off into the dressing room to put on his hospital gown.
Richard called up his scans from Mr. Wojakowski"s last session. He hadn"t had a chance to look at the endorphin levels in them yet. He"d spent the last two days a.n.a.lyzing Amelia Tanaka"s scans from her two previous sessions for endorphin activity. As he"d expected, the level of activity was significantly lower for her most recent session, and fewer receptor sites were involved, even though she"d received the same dose of dithetamine. Did subjects develop a resistance to the drug"s effects after repeated exposures?
He split the screen and did a side-by-side of Mr. Wojakowski"s sessions, looking for a decrease of endorphin activity in the second one, but, if anything, it had increased. He did a superimpose and looked at the receptor sites.
"Hi," Tish said, coming in. "I missed you last night at Happy Hour."
"Did you see Dr. Lander on your way in?" he asked her, and when Tish shook her head, he said, "I"ll go get her."Joanna was just coming out of her office. "I"m sorry," she said breathlessly. "I was trying to schedule Mrs. Haighton"s interview, but she"s never home. I do nothing but talk to her housekeeper.
I"m seriously thinking of asking her to come in and interview. Speaking of which, I put out a new call for volunteers, with new wording and a different contact phone number that Mrs. Bendix and her buddies won"t recognize."
They went into the lab. Mr. Wojakowski was lying on the examining table, watching Tish start the IV. "Hiya, Doc," he said, and to Joanna, "I plan to find out what that sound is for ya this time, Doc," he said to her.
"Can you do that?" Joanna asked, sounding interested.
"I don"t know," he said, and winked at her. "You never know if you don"t try. Olie Jorgenson used to say that. He was the supply officer on the Yorktown. Always figuring out ways to break the rules. This one time the captain-"
"We"re ready to start," Richard said. "Tish, can you put on Mr. Wojakowski"s headphones and his mask?" and caught Joanna grinning at him.
Blinded and with white noise coming through his headphones, Mr. Wojakowski was much easier to deal with. Next time he would have to tell Tish to put them on first. "Ready?" Richard said, told Tish to start the sedative and then the dithetamine, and went back to the console to watch the scans.
Mr. Wojakowski went into the NDE-state almost immediately, and Richard watched the orange-and-red flare of activity in the temporal lobe, the hippocampus, the random firings in the frontal cortex. He focused in on the endorphin receptor sites. No decrease there. All the sites that had been activated in the previous sessions were orange or red, and there were several new ones.
Mr. Wojakowski"s session lasted three minutes. "I pinned that noise down for ya, Doc," he said to Joanna as soon as the monitoring period was over and Tish had removed his electrodes.
"You did?"
"I told ya I would," he said. "It reminds me of the time-"
"Start at the beginning," Joanna interrupted, helping him sit up.
"Okay, I"m lying there with my eyes closed, and all of a sudden I hear a sound, and I stop and listen hard, I"m in the tunnel trying to think what it reminds me of, and after a minute it comes to me. It sounds like the time my wing got shot up, at the Battle of the Coral Sea. Did I ever tell you about that?" he said. "We were going after the Shoho, and a Zero came after me-"
"And the noise you heard in the tunnel sounded like a plane"s wing being hit with bullets? Can you describe the sound?" Joanna asked hastily, trying to stop him, but he was already well launched on his story.
"My copilot and my gunner both bought it in the attack, and my left wing"s all shot up. I"m trying to nurse her back to the Yorktown, but I"m low on gas, and when I finally spot her, there are Zeroeseverywhere, and the Old Yorky"s got a fire in her stern. Well, h.e.l.l, I don"t have enough gas to come in on, let alone take on a bunch of Zeroes, and I"m trying to figure out how I"m going to land when, blam!" He clapped his age-freckled hands together sharply. "The Yorktown takes one right down the middle, and I stop worrying about how I"m going to land because in a couple of minutes, there isn"t going to be a carrier to land on. Smoke"s pouring out of her midsection, and she"s starting to list, so I get as far away as I can and ditch her in the water, and when I make it ash.o.r.e on Malakula the next day, the natives tell me they heard the j.a.ps saying she sank during the night."
"I thought you said the Yorktown sank at Midway," Joanna said.
"She did. She hadn"t sunk. She"d limped back to Pearl for repairs, but I didn"t know that. That was some deal, I"ll tell you. She goes limping in, leaking oil like a sieve, and they put her in dry dock and-"
Oh, no, Richard thought, he"s off on another story. He looked at Joanna, trying to signal her to ask another question, but her eyes were on Mr. Wojakowski.
"-says, "How long to fix her?" and the harbormaster says, "Six months, maybe eight," " and the captain says, "You got three days." " Mr. Wojakowski slapped his knee in glee. "Three days!"
"And did they fix her in three days?" Joanna asked.
"You bet they did. Fixed her bulkheads and welded her boilers and sent her off to Midway.
Raised her from the dead in three days flat. h.e.l.l, those j.a.ps looked like they"d seen a ghost when she showed up and sank three of their carriers."
He slapped his knee again. "But I didn"t know any of that then. I thought she was sunk for sure, and so was I. The j.a.ps were already on Malakula. I talked the natives into smuggling me across to Vanikalo, but the j.a.p navy was landing on all those islands, so I swiped a dugout canoe and some coconuts, and set out for Port Moresby. I figured dying at sea"s better than being caught by j.a.ps. And that"s just about what I did. I ran out of food and water, and sharks started circling, and I was thinking, I"m done for, when I see something on the horizon."
He leaned forward, pointing past Joanna. "It"s a ship, and at first I think I"m seeing things, but it keeps coming, and as it gets closer, I see it"s got an island. I can see the masts and the antennas on it.
Well, the only thing with an island like that is an aircraft carrier, and if it"s a j.a.p carrier I better get the h.e.l.l out of there. I try to make out if there"s a rising sun on her flag, but I can"t tell, the sun"s right behind her island, and I can"t see a d.a.m.n thing except that she"s coming straight at me. And then I see her hull number, CV-5, and I know it"s the Yorktown, risen up right out of the grave. I knew right then nothing and n.o.body could sink her."
"But she sank at the Battle of Midway, didn"t she?" Joanna asked.
He glared at her. "Not before she sank three carriers and won the war, she didn"t."
"I"m sorry," Joanna said. "I didn"t mean-"
"It"s okay," Mr. Wojakowski said. "All ships sink sooner or later. But not that day. Not that day.
That day she looked like she was going to stay afloat forever. I never seen a more beautiful sight inmy life." He gazed past them, remembering, his freckled face alight.
"I thought she was sunk, that I was never going to see her again. I thought I was done for, and here she was, plowing through the water toward me, her flags flying and every sailor on board leaning over the railing of the flight deck, all in their dress whites, waving their hats in the air and hollerin" for me to come aboard. It was the best day of my life!" He beamed at Joanna, and then at Richard. "The best d.a.m.ned day of my life!"
It took Joanna another ten minutes to get Mr. Wojakowski back on track enough to tell them the tunnel was really a pa.s.sageway and that there was a door at the end of it, with a bright light and people dressed in white when he opened it. "The light kept bouncing off "em till I couldn"t see a d.a.m.n thing."
Joanna asked him how he"d felt during the NDE. "Felt? I don"t know that I felt anything. I was too busy looking at things. It was like when the j.a.ps. .h.i.t us that first time at Coral Sea. I remember thinking I should be scared outta my pants, only I wasn"t. Mac McTavish was standing next to me, and-" It took all of Joanna"s skill and another ten minutes to stop him from going off into another story, and they never did get an answer.
"Sorry," she apologized after Mr. Wojakowski finally left. "I didn"t want to risk asking him again."
"It"s too bad his account of his NDE couldn"t be as colorful as that story about the Yorktown.
rescuing him," Richard said.
"He actually told us quite a bit," Joanna said. "His being reminded of being attacked by Zeroes indicates he did feel some fear, even though he said he didn"t."
"He was also reminded of the best d.a.m.ned day of his life," Richard said. "He commented that the light was brighter than last time. Did Amelia Tanaka say anything about comparative brightnesses or radiance in her NDEs?"