I tried to twist away. Pain sliced through my head in a clean stroke
that seemed to take the top of my skull off.
"Please!" I groaned. "The voice--"
"What about the voice?"
"It told me--turn--turn the wheel."
"Henry! Did you hear what he said?"
"He's delirious, mother. It don't mean anything."
"But he heard voices. He must be one of them."
"He doesn't know what he's saying."
My eyes had shut against the pain in my head. Opening them I saw the
two people in sharply dimensional focus. The man was soaking wet.
He appeared worried. The woman's bird-like features were curiously
pinched, her eyes bright with excitement.
"Did you hear a voice?" she asked quickly. "Is that what you're trying
to say? Did a voice speak to you?"
"Told me to turn," I said weakly. "The alien voice--"
"In your mind?" she demanded. "Can you hear voices--even when there
aren't any people talking?"