He turned and pushed his head against the rock, and his body curled up against the bitter wind. "You've got to forgive me," he said.
"'Has anybody here seen Kelly? K-E-double-L-Y?'"
He shivered and kept his eyes closed. It was part of the wind. He did not want to go out that way, hearing crazy voices in the wind.
"'Has anybody here seen Kelly—?'"
He raised his head and blinked and the wind drove tears down his cheeks.
"Am I just hearing something that's going crazy inside my head?" He peered around. There was nothing, nothing anywhere of course, nothing where nothing had ever been, and nothing else but nothing could ever be.
"You're wrong, Kelly. Your Crew's here."
Kelly raised himself painfully to an elbow. "Where—where?"
"Right here, Kelly. We had a difficult time locating you. Sure, we forgive you. You were trying to do what was right. We know that."
"There's nothing—nothing—" Kelly said.