![]() ![]() Some other hapless wanderers must have brought it here - we found disintegrating skeletons on the second floor, next to charred wood on a sheet-metal plate. We found a steel box in here, all rusted and jammed closed. "It should be over there - in the shadows - propped up against the wall. Lincoln - Abraham Lincoln - a plastic figure." Rockson fumbled through the dead man's clothing until he found the small steno pad with pencil notes inside an inner pocket of his frost-covered tunic. And so they had desisted from tasting this real human. Perhaps the animals had tried to taste the plastic statues over the centuries and found them unpalatable. The body appeared to be untouched the cold had kept it from rotting. ![]() The body was there, stiff and frozen, its eyes wide and mouth gaping, the lips blue. Rockson shone the beam of his light over in the direction Danik indicated. "Do you think someone's been here?" McCaughlin said. They didn't like the President's museum much, it seemed. The dogs were howling and yapping, apparently happy to be on the trail again. There was a pack rat sticking its nose out of the decayed fabric. "His top hat don't look too good." Rona said. ![]()
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