Danny: What’s that? Like the sound of a big wall falling over into the sea. Everything’s slipping out from under me. Can’t you feel it? Starting in slow, then hundreds of miles an hour. There’s a wind in my ears, a terrible rushing wind. Everything’s going past me like telegraph poles! Everything’s going backwards! Everything I’ve ever seen! Faster and faster, back to the day I was born! I could see it coming — the day I was born! I’m going to die.