He could hear the machine’s engine begin to whine when he got to her and without thinking pulled the cube from her head. He cut his fingers deeply on the base of the cube, and his blood mixed with the blood from the large gash in Eleanor’s neck. He realized with horror that he had been a moment too late and that the machine had already made a deep incision all of the way around her neck.
Her body hung limply against his.
“Why did you stop me?” She asked.
He stared at her in disbelief.
“I had no choice,” he said, “do you have any idea of what you are doing.”“Of course I do,” she said, “don’t be silly.”