Arthur Clarke - Richter 10

To the memory of Mike McQuay,

who never lived to know what a good job he had done

A.C.C.

Fingertips tingling and toes numb, pajamas damp with sweat, Lewis Crane came wide awake. Every one of his worst night terrors was real! And at that horrible moment he knew hed been right all along and the grownups had been wrong: The Wild Things did live in the back of his closet; a dragon did sneak in when the sun went down to curl up under his bed. The monsters were invisible in the dusty moonlight seeping through the slats of the blinds, but Lewis knew they were there. They roared hideously and stomped around the room, making his bed wiggle like a trampoline he was trying to climb onto. He screwed his eyes closed and clamped his hands over his ears. But the monsters didnt go away. They got wilder and made even louder noises. Suddenly pitched out of bed, Lewis screamed for his parents.

His voice was so little and the noise was so big that his Mama and Daddy would never hear him. He had to get to them. Heart pounding, he tried to make himself stand up, but fear kept him rooted to the floor as it started to buck beneath him and the walls began to undulate like the enormous pythons hed seen at the big zoo in San Diego. His bookcases were quivering, the chairs trembling, and the video games stacked on top of his computer came tumbling down. Something whirred over his shoulderthe picture that had hung above the little table next to his bedand landed beside his knee, glass popping out of its frame and spraying his leg.

Mama, he cried. Mama, Daddy, help me!

Everything shook. Everything. Books and Tonka trucks flew off the shelves; his Power Rangers and Ninja Turtle action figures danced as if alive on their way to the rug; matchbox cars and crayons sailed through the air. The mirror over his dresser and the aquarium next to his desk smashed onto bare parts of the floor, glass and water showering him from clear across the room.

Daddy, he wailed again just as his chest of drawers crashed to within an inch of where he sat. He jumped up then, but the floor heaved and he lost his balance, banging down hard on his knees.

And he plunged into the end of the world.

His body shook violently, his whole room shook violently, and he heard the most awful noise hed ever heard in all his seven years. It sounded like the ground for miles around was cracking open and his house was splitting apart and maybe even the sky was getting torn into pieces. Tears ran down his face. He began to crawl to the doorway, cockeyed and funny-looking as if a giant had twisted it sideways. He thought he heard his mother call his name, but he couldnt be sure. He was sobbing now. He wanted her, wanted his father, too. He had to get to them.

The hallway was full of dangerous stuff, and he stopped for a second. There were chunks of plaster and metal rods all mixed up with jagged spikes of wood and ugly shards of glass from the furniture and pictures that used to be so neatly strung along the walls. The pile was higher than his knees and he was scared that he was going to hurt himself crawling through it, but the house was rolling around so much that he didnt dare try to get up and run. He took a deep breath and started to crawl as fast as he could, his arms and hands getting bashed and cut, his thighs and feet feeling stung and torn.

He reached the dining room, and a sob caught in his throat. He could hear his parents. Mama was calling his namebut Daddy was screaming in pain. There was a lot more light out here, but he didnt like it because it was bluish and kind of winking over everything in a spooky way. He shivered, then turned, put his hands flat on the wall, pushed his legs out, and climbed palm over palm until he was on his feet. The whole room was rolling around, making Lewis suddenly remember the deep-sea fishing boat hed been on last summer. It had dipped way down and way up, swung side to side, and if he hadnt been on Daddys lap, and if Daddy hadnt been strapped into the big chair bolted to the deck, they and the chair and everything else would have gone sliding from rail to rail. Could the house be riding a humongous wave? Silly. Their house couldnt get blown all the way from Northridge out to sea. But that other noise, that sort of rumbling it sure sounded a lot like a big wind in a bad storm.

Lewis! he heard his mother shout, Lewis, run. Get outside! She lurched into the room and started to shuffle toward him. Her nightgown was scrunched around her chest, hanging from the waist in rags that tangled around her knees. Joy and relief flooded him. He let go of the wall, stumbled forward, then froze. Mama was making a grab for the edge of the dining room table coasting toward her, but he could see behind her, see the huge breakfront Daddy had bought her for an anniversary gift slowly toppling away from the wall

Glass exploded, splinters of it striking him, shredding his pajamas. And he heard the crash and Mamas scream and saw the stars through the sudden hole in the dining room ceiling and everything seemed to stop for a second. Then he was scrambling over the wreckage, clawing his way to his mother whose face and right arm were exposed to the night.

Ill get you out, Mama, he called, tears tracking through the dust coating his face.

Run, darling, she whispered when he reached her. Run to the street.

In vain he pushed on the side panel of the breakfront.

Please, Lewis, she said, strangely calm. Do what Mama says.

But you youre

Dont d-disobey me. Do what I say right now.

Lewis mind was spinning. He couldnt move that piece of furniture. Not alone. He needed help.

Im gonna go find someone to help me get you out from under there, he said, taking a step back as the rolling of the floor slowed somewhat. The rumbling was distant now and he realized he couldnt hear Daddy screaming from the bedroom anymore. Ill be right back, Mama. Understand? Ill be right back for you and Daddy.

Yes, sweetheart, she said, voice weak. Hurry hurry outside.

He limped around the rubble, got to the living room, and was just going through the opened front door, when another section of the roof fell in with a great crash. Out on the walk, he smelled gas and saw the beams of flashlights darting around front lawns up and down the block. The street was lumpy and broken, the houses across the way all crumpled in front. Panic shook him, but he didnt have time for it. He needed to get help fast.

He heard people, and he headed for the voices and flashlights, screaming as he ran.

Help! Help me! Please somebody!

Then he tripped on a new hill on the lawn and fell hard, face-down. He hurt all over and he cried. But he didnt stay there. Struggling to his feet, he was suddenly blinded by a beam of light.

Its the Crane boy, a man looming over him yelled. Come here quick!

People were all around him forcing him onto his back on the ground. He tried to shove them away. Help, please. My Mama and Daddy are still inside. Mamas trapped. Youve

Easy, son, came the voice of the man holding him down. Its me Mr. Haussman from across the street. Dont worry, well get your parents out.

God, look at him, a woman said as people played their flashlight beams across his tattered pajamas. Hes bleeding pretty badly. IOh, my Lord! Look at his arm!

Lewis rolled onto his side to see what she was pointing at. A piece of glass as big as a baseball card was sticking out of his upper left arm. He didnt even feel it. He didnt feel the arm at all.