Terminator 3: Hunt

	“Done,” he said aloud.
	Good. But that was the easy part. The thing that has me paralyzed, that’s going to be more complicated.
	“Do you know what to do?”
	Yes. But I need you to take a long, slow look at it. I’ll see it through your eyes.
	He did so. He found that his vision blurred worse than ever, the lines of Eliza’s face and of the apparatus refusing to solidify into a single, clear vision. But he forced himself to keep his eyes open.
	Yes, this will be simple, too. One by one, I want you to grab the cables attached to my neck and chest and pull them free. You’ll have to pull hard.
	“Not too hard. They’re just attached by bandages.”
	No, they are sunk into me. Trust me, it’s not going to hurt much. I have a high pain threshold.
	“All right.” Not at all certain about this, Paul took hold of one of the four cables and tugged.
	Eliza’s skin pulled, but the cable did not come free.