He is not particularly surprised, when he gets there, to hear the Righteous Brothers’ “You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling” booming from their War Wagons—after all, it’s what they were playing on the day he disappeared. What is surprising—not to mention infuriating—is the manner in which the trucks have been parked: empty and idling along the perimeter without even so much as a driver to look after them (for on this occasion they have surely joined in the kill). That and Sula’s voice, which has become so clear as to be startling, as she speaks directly into his mind, saying, I am on the third floor. Please. Hurry. I want to see you before ...
Then she is gone and he is hurrying through the building, winding his way through the flames and smoke, trying not to look at the bodies (which are ever
