I told them. I just called 911 myself." That was Robert's granddaughter. Her feet were proper beside his head. Now she stepped away, turned a second shadow, beside Winston. She turned this way and that, the way young children do when they're taking part in games with their wearables. "I you should not like this," she reported after a second. "You listened to the Highway Patrol, Kid." Winston's voice was limited, like he was fearful as hell.