i tole you , kit ... '' and then her face had broken apart , letting through a horde of grave beetles from the splitting yellow parchment fissures and he had screamed until blackness wavered and there was confused shouting , the slap of shoe-leather as people ran ... lights , flashing lights , the smell of gas , and he was back in chicago , the year was 1968 , somewhere voices were chanting the whole world is watching !