“Did you see Olson’s… did you see his hair? Before he bought it?” “What about his hair?” Baker asked. “It was going gray.” “No, that’s crazy,” McVries said, but he suddenly sounded very scared. “No, it was dust or something.” “It was gray,” Garraty said. “It seems like we’ve been on this road forever. It was Olson’s hair getting… getting that way that made me think of it first, but… maybe this is some crazy kind of immortality.” The thought was terribly depressing. He stared straight ahead into the darkness, feeling the soft wind against his face.
