"What about the voice?"
"It told me—turn—turn the wheel."
"Henry! Did you hear what he said?"
"He's delirious, mother. It don't mean anything."
"But he heard voices. He must be one of them."
"He doesn't know what he's saying."
My eyes had shut against the pain in my head. Opening them I saw the two people in sharply dimensional focus. The man was soaking wet. He appeared worried. The woman's bird-like features were curiously pinched, her eyes bright with excitement.
"Did you hear a voice?" she asked quickly. "Is that what you're trying to say? Did a voice speak to you?"
"Told me to turn," I said weakly. "The alien voice—"
"In your mind?" she demanded. "Can you hear voices—even when there aren't any people talking?"