"Maiza Avaro," he says, because long habit has trained him to remember things like that and, even in this state, he tries to seal one more memory away with all the others. He thinks about what it is Firo's said. The latter, then the former. He tries to make sense of it. "It's like a logic puzzle, isn't it? You're here. The Tower... Oh, I feel it calling to me still. You speak as if it is one; if one is here, then not the other. But Firo, it's all here. I feel it here. If one is here, so are all the others. But if-"

Roland thinks. It's difficult, thinking past all this, but he gathers up his will and works over all of it, anyway. "Maiza Avaro. The Tower. Oh, Jake, oh, my son, I remember-" Roland's breath catches, as if he's about to weep. His thoughts move on, and it passes. Now that he can remember Jake, he's in no state to focus on him for long.

"Use your brain, maggot!" he murmurs at himself, squeezing his eyes shut and, for once, echoing the advice of his old teacher out loud. It helps, as it always does. What Cortland Andrus has ordered, Roland will do. There's something here. Something he can use. He needs to find it.

"If you say none of the rest is here, you must be seeing something differently. Describe it to me. Everything. Every detail. Describe it to me. What do you see, Firo? What do you see, and hear? I see... I see the field. The red field, waiting for me." Focus. Use your brain, maggot. "I need to hear what you see. Quick- quickly, if you please."