“Lord… she… but she’ll come back…” “No.” “What do you mean, no?” “No, Kelvin. You remember the rising foam? Since that time they haven’t come back any more.” “They haven’t?” “No.” “You killed her,” I said quietly. “Yes. Would you not have done so? In my place?” I jumped to my feet and set off walking faster and faster. From the wall to the corner and back again. Nine paces. Turn. Nine paces.
The psychologist was defeated by the scientists.
