"Here." His foot catches on something, maybe just the floor, maybe a step because up, up, always up toward the top of that place, the highest room of the tallest tower - "In the desert. And on the train. In New York. In Lud. In the Calla. I remember. I am, and I was, and I will be again. I'm making my way to the top of the wheel, so it can swing me down again." He shudders once, and then again, and when he looks up there's fear bare on his face.

"Is that where we are? The top. The end. The beginning." The fear starts to tremble in his voice now and he tries harder to stand, wobbles, pulls himself halfway upright. "I don't want to. Please. Please."