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A single moment the other stared at him, unspeaking, a haggard, unshaven figure utterly different from the trim little scientist Rowan remembered, and then he came across the room, hands outstretched.
"Rowan! " he cried, hoarsely. "Good God, you here, Rowan! " Then his thoughts shifted, lightning-like. "They've gone out, Rowan? " he asked. "These things -- these creatures -- they've started their attack?"