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after all.
    "It's right there," said Martha, pointing to
where Richard stood. "It's like... like a pink haze."
    Richard looked down at his housecoat.
    "You do see me!" he said. "Oh, thank
God!"
    Henry stuck his head slowly around the corner
and caught his breath.
    "I see it, too," he whispered.
    "Can you hear me? Can you hear me?"
    Apparently, they couldn't hear him.
    "Martha, Henry, listen to me," said Father
Leibowitz. "You must not turn away from what you see. You must have
faith in God."
    Father Leibowitz took a step toward Richard.
"Demon! Your presence is revealed to us. Show yourself!"
    "I'm freaking trying, OK?"
    "Show yourself!" Father Leibowitz commanded
once more.
    Richard's stomach twisted into a tight knot.
His skin suddenly felt hot.
    "Show yourself!" Leibowitz demanded.
    Richard fell to his knees, staring at his
hands. His flesh writhed and crawled, twisting his hands into
blood-red claws with long black nails.
    "Gah," he cried, choking, as he felt his face
stretching, till it seemed like it would split open.
    He knelt submissively before the priest, too
weak to hide his shameful, distorted body, too frightened to even
try to speak.
    "Pitiful wretch," Father Leibowitz said, his
voice seething with disdain as orange slime dripped from Richard's
body and slithered about the filthy linoleum.
    "Look at yourself," Father Leibowitz said.
"You’re not the ghost of a man. You never were. You’re a fallen
angel. You do not belong here!"
    Richard squealed as he forced his misshapen
jaw into action. His forked tongue flicked across his lips. "My...
name... is... Richard Rogers."
    "No," said Father Leibowitz. "We both know
that isn't the truth. Tell us your true name."
    Richard didn't know. Richard didn't know if
anything was true anymore. Acid tears rolled down his cheeks,
burning small holes in the floor where they fell.
    "Be... Beelzebub," he said, unable to think
of anything else.
    Before Father Leibowitz could respond, the
door from the kitchen to the back porch swung open. A tall,
gray-haired man in a white lab coat stepped into the room.
    "You monsters," he said, contemptuously.
"Leave this man alone."
    "What kind of demonic trick is this?" Father
Leibowitz asked angrily.
    The gray-haired man pulled out what looked
like a high-capacity water gun from his coat and pointed it in the
face of Father Leibowitz.
    "This won't be painful," he said, and pulled
the trigger. A cloud of green gas engulfed Father Leibowitz who
slumped to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.
    The gray-haired man looked at Henry and
Martha.
    "Leave," he said.
    With hurried footsteps, they left.
    Richard screamed. He was changing once more,
his skin and muscles and bones sliding to new configurations. In a
dozen heartbeats the transformation was complete. He was himself
again.
    The gray-haired man placed a hand upon
Richard's shoulder.
    "Hello, Richard. I'm sorry I didn't make it
here sooner."
    "You... you see me," said Richard, still
trembling from his ordeal. "You know my name."
    "Yes. I am Doctor Nicholas Knowbokov. I'm
here to help you."
    "A doctor," said Richard, placing a hand on a
chair to steady himself. "Oh God. Oh God, I'm crazy aren't I? And
you're going to help me get better. Please help me get better."
    "Your sanity is quite intact," said Dr.
Knowbokov. "And better is a subjective term. But I'll do what I can
to help you come to terms with your new reality."
    "Not crazy. My skin was freaking melting into
puddles a minute ago, but I'm not crazy? You sure you're a
psychologist?"
    "Actually, I'm a theoretical physicist," said
Dr. Knowbokov. "And I'm responsible for your condition."

CHAPTER THREE
    ONE MINUS ONE
     
    They left through the back door, cutting
across the neighbor's yard to the street beyond. A long black
limousine waited. A very tall black woman got out as they
approached. She was bald, with an elaborate tattoo of a dragon on
her scalp. She wore a black uniform with her eyes hidden behind
sunglasses.
    She opened the