It was a fine idea this two-world doctrine, but the seal would not hold.
Back in that other world of time and violence the frayed voices were spilling from the media, filling the rooms, leaking through flimsy sunbelt insulation into outer darkness. He could try to be Outside but it wasn't happening. The voices would find him here.
Things didn't sound promising back in the other world. Though Urquhart could not make out a single word, the tones of voice told him everything. The newshounds had their blood up. Something nasty was in the offing.
He thought about Emily and suddenly his head felt much too full.