In a blink, the wall rippled back to normal, though the pictures remained broken.
Mary, Robert and I shuddered, like waking from a shared dream.
“What happens when a delirium goes nightmare?” Mary asked, unprompted.
“Do you know what happened in Salem in 1692? Or Jonestown in 1978?”
Mary gasped. “Is that what's happening now?”
“No. If a cornered delirium panics, it will latch onto an unstable mind, to escape. Once there it cannot help but cause carnage. This is different.”
“How different?” asked Robert.
“I believe somebody from here entered into the weave!”
