I waved my hand in front of his face, but I knew there was no use to it. Gin was like that; he’d get so involved in something that he’d just block out the rest of the world. It was up to me to change the reels.
I suppose I smelled the smoke as I left the auditorium, but like I said, the whole building smelled of smoke. In the projection booth, I made the change, but stopping to gaze down through the window into the auditorium, I thought I saw—it’s impossible!—the silent Keeper slowly stalking toward Gin.
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