“Holy, unmitigated shit,” said a gravelly voice, “how do we get out of this black hole?” “Shit is not holy,” Elvira said with a smile, “excrement is holy.” Stanley ignored both the comment and the voice change. If the others wanted to talk, they could introduce themselves. “You get out of it by letting your people out,” he said, “by relaxing enough to let us hear what they’ve got to say. Your people hold the keys. They hold the memories you don’t have.”
