I’m what they were looking for. I don’t know how it can be, but I am just what they were looking for. Because . . . the cloud doesn’t change me?
He is helpless to stop and understands that he is in the cloud. Not a redblack cloud, as both Pete and Henry sensed it, however; the cloud is gray and he floats within it, a unique particle that is not changed by the cloud, and Jonesy thinks: I’m what they were looking for. I don’t know how it can be, but I am just what they were looking for. Because . . . the cloud doesn’t change me?
