Katy, too, gravitates toward the voice you can neither hear nor stop. In the heavy, hot room lit by nothing but the sick haze of a nightmare sky, Andrew and Katy crawl toward you heavily, as if returning to a form of primordial mud. The pain growing behind your eyes and inside your ears is unbearable. You wish you were near a high ledge from which you could dive out of your misery. The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly hold one another like you did as toddlers in staged family photos.
