Читать книгу The Calling - Джеймс Фрей, James Frey, Nils Johnson-Shelton - Страница 33

Christopher wakes with a start. He can’t believe he fell asleep. He looks at his watch:

3:13 a.m.

It could all be over by now. Sarah and the others could have finished whatever they were doing in the pagoda and moved on.

He grabs the backpack that contains his passport, money and credit cards, his phone, some food, and a folding knife he bought at the Big Wild Goose Pagoda gift shop. A headlamp, a change of underwear, and a Chinese phrase book. He takes one pair of binoculars and throws it in the bag and leaves the room. He doesn’t bother with the $5,000 worth of equipment, all bought the day before. He knows he’ll never come back.

He’s going to go into the pagoda. He’s going to go find out if Sarah is still there or already gone. He runs down five flights of stairs, into the night, streetlamps casting an orange glow over the city. There are very few cars out, no people. He looks at his watch.

3:18.

He runs as fast as he can, which is fast. His bag bounces on his back. Floodlights on the ground illuminate the pagoda. He hopes there isn’t a guard, but if there is, he’s prepared to do whatever he has to do, knowing in his heart he’s doing it for love. He has to get inside. Find Sarah. Help her win.

He arrives, looks for a guard, doesn’t see one. It’s strangely empty. Whatever was happening here, it was meant to take place in private. He pauses before moving toward the door, looking up and around. He stops dead in his tracks, something catching his eye. His jaw drops. A young woman leaps from a window at the top of the pagoda, 200 feet up. She starts to fall, her colorful scarves flapping and fluttering around her. As she moves toward the ground, she spreads out her arms and legs, and the scarves billow out and catch the wind. Even though she’s falling fast, she also seems to be slowing down. Christopher shakes his head, can’t believe what he’s seeing.

She is not falling at all, not anymore.

She is flying.