Otherland Page 27
The room shakes and trembles as it did before. His chair lifts and his feet leave the floor as it did before. John stares into the place where just moments again a bright light illuminated the devastating image of his Angie, but nothing happens. The floor doesn’t open. Nor is there light. He waits, his breathing heavy, two minutes, five minutes.
“How come nothing’s happening?”
“It is, John. It is happening,” the voice is somber.
John hears Claire shriek and begin to cry.
“What? What is it, Claire? Do you see something?”
“No, John. I don’t see anything. Because five years from now, you don’t exist.”