And the baby's coming, whatever it is. May have come already."
Turn right when you get back out to Kansas Road, the power guy had told Eddie (Kansas as in Dorothy, Toto, and Auntie Em, everything breaking at once), and he did. That put them rolling north. The sun had gone behind the trees on their left, throwing the two-lane blacktop entirely into shadow. Eddie had an almost palpable sense of time slipping through his fingers like some fabulously expensive cloth that was too smooth to grip. He stepped on the gas and Cullum's old Ford, although wheezy in the valves, walked out a little. Eddie got it up to fifty-five and pegged it there. More speed might have been possible, but Kansas Road was both twisty and badly maintained.
Roland had taken a sheet of notepaper from his shirt pocket, unfolded it, and was now studying it (although Eddie doubted if the gunslinger could actually read much of the document; this world's written words would always be mostly mystery to him). At the top of the paper, above Aaron Deepneau's rather shaky but perfectly legible handwriting (and Calvin Tower's all-important signature), was a smiling cartoon beaver and the words DAM IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO. A silly pun if ever there was one.
I don't like silly questions, I won't play silly games, Eddie thought, and suddenly grinned. It was a point of view to which Roland still held, Eddie felt quite sure, notwithstanding the fact that, while riding Blaine the Mono, their lives had been saved by a few well-timed silly questions. Eddie opened his mouth to point out that what might well turn out to be the most important document in the history of the world-more important than the Magna Carta or the Declaration of Independence or Albert Einstein's Theory of Relativity-was headed by a dumb pun, and how did Roland like them apples? Before he could get out a single word, however, the wave struck.
TWO
His foot slipped off the gas pedal, and that was good. If it had stayed on, both he and Roland would surely have been injured, maybe killed. When the wave came, staying in control of John Cullum's Ford Galaxie dropped all the way off Eddie Dean's list of priorities. It was like that moment when the roller coaster has reached the top of its first mountain, hesitates a moment... tilts... plunges... and you fall with a sudden blast of hot summer air in your face and a pressure against your chest and your stomach floating somewhere behind you.
In that moment Eddie saw everything in Cullum's car had come untethered and was floating-pipe ashes, two pens and a paperclip from the dashboard, Eddie's dinh, and, he realized, his dinh's ka-mai, good old Eddie Dean. No wonder he had lost his stomach! (He wasn't aware that the car itself, which had drifted to a stop at the side of the road, was also floating, tilting lazily back and forth five or six inches above the ground like a small boat on an invisible sea.)
Then the tree-lined country road was gone. Bridgton was gone. The world was gone. There was the sound of todash chimes, repulsive and nauseating, making him want to grit his teeth in protest... except his teeth were gone, too.
THREE
Like Eddie, Roland had a clear sense of being first lifted and then hung, like something diat had lost its ties to Earth's gravity.
He heard the chimes and felt himself elevated through the wall of existence, but he understood this wasn't real todash-at least not of the sort they'd experienced before. This was very likely what Vannay called aven kal, words which meant lifted on the wind or carried on the wave. Only the kal form, instead of the more usual kas, indicated a natural force of disastrous proportions: not a wind but a hurricane; not a wave but a tsunami.
The very Beam means to speak to you, Gabby, Vannay said in his Gabby, the old sarcastic nickname Vannay had adopted ause Steven Deschain's boy was so close-mouthed. His limpng brilliant tutor had stopped using it (probably at Cort's existence) the year Roland had turned eleven. You would do well to listen if it does.
I will listen very well, Roland replied, and was dropped. He gagged, weightless and nauseated.
More chimes. Then, suddenly, he was floating again, this time above a room filled with empty beds. One look was enough to assure him that this was where the Wolves brought the children they kidnapped from the Borderland Callas. At the far end of the room-
A hand grasped his arm, a thing Roland would have thought impossible in this state. He looked to his left and saw Eddie beside him, floating naked. They were both naked, their clothes left behind in the writer's world.
Roland had already seen what Eddie was pointing to. At the far end of the room, a pair of beds had been pushed together.