The Monolith Monsters Page #2

It'll take a specialist

to tell you any more.

I'm sorry.

What am I supposed to print?

Well, you can't print

anything. Not about this.

Can't print?

Look, I was a friend

of Ben's, too.

I'm just as sorry this

happened to him as anybody.

But I'm a newspaperman

and this is news.

All right, go ahead. And just what

do you think you can say about it?

"Local geologist

turns to rock.

"Autopsy fails

to turn up reason. "

You'd have the whole town

in a panic,

thinking some horrible disease

is running loose.

It's a funny thing.

Last time I saw Ben, he was kidding

about making a new discovery,

so I'd have

something to print.

Well, he came up with a story,

all right.

But if I print it, I get run

out of town for inciting a riot.

Or maybe for writing a crackpot

yarn nobody'd believe anyway.

I think there's more to this than just Ben.

What do you mean? The

condition the lab was in.

Something tore it to pieces,

almost wrecked it.

An explosion, wasn't it?

Well, if so, it had nothing

to do with Ben's death.

There weren't any flash burns

on the body,

no signs of exposure

to a blast of any kind.

It may have happened before,

Dave, or even afterwards.

I don't think it was an

explosion. What are you getting at?

This stuff. It was all over the wreckage.

But I don't know what it is.

Well, that's the rock I told

you Ben brought in yesterday.

Or one like it.

You told us one piece.

Yeah.

Wait a minute. The lab's covered with

it. There must be hundreds of pounds.

How'd it get there?

May I see that?

Today out in the desert,

one of my children picked up

some of this on our field trip.

Ginny, Ginny Simpson.

She had it with her in the car

on the way back.

I remember thinking

how strange it looked.

Are you sure

it's the same rock?

It looked the same.

Then she'd have it at home now,

wouldn't she?

Yes.

Look, I'm not saying it does,

but if Ben's death and the rock

had something to do with each other,

and now the little girl's

got some...

We don't know any such thing.

Might not even be

the same rock at all.

I hope it isn't.

But we'll never find out

until we go see for ourselves.

"Simpson," you said?

Isn't that the family out

past Pour Corners? Yeah.

You're going out there

at this time of night?

I think we'd better.

Dave.

Dave, I don't like

what you're thinking.

I'm not thinking a thing.

Just want an excuse to take you

for a nice, long ride, that's all.

Well, that's the first pleasant

idea I've heard this evening.

Come on.

Ginny.

Ginny.

Ginny. Oh, Ginny, darling.

Ginny?

Just like Ben.

Their bodies

have turned to stone.

I'd better stay put.

You'll need this.

Thanks. Oh, and Dave...

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