I was falling down the fourteen stories without even a moment of
windmilling for balance. I was just gone.
Lines were converging, and I was converging on the lines.
You aren't going to be able to Immelmann out of this dive, Turner.
Good-by, Turner.
Death.
A sleep, a reawakening, a lie. It's nothing like that. It's nothing.
The end of everything you ever were or ever could be.