″‘Gruffydd Rwfyn oir, ofn... Mi fuaswn yn hoffi aros. Peidiwch a gwneud i mi fynd. Peidiwch as gwelwch yn dda.’ The tape clicked off. There’s more. I recorded it last night while she was asleep, and managed to find someone to translate it. She says she’s tired and cold and she doesn’t want to go. She’s pleading with someone named Gruffydd to let her stay...”
“You have a gift, lad. It is a treasure very few are blessed with, a mind which is capable of so much. Such a head is a dangerous thing upon young shoulders.”
“I’ve got a fifteen year old girl in there, tearing her heart out, because both of her parents, what’s left of them, are in the morgue. She never even had a chance to say goodbye to them.”
“He was falling upwards. The earth was snatched away beneath him, and he was screaming. Screaming and falling into the endless black of the night sky. Around him, the stars began to spin, then run together. Then they too disappeared and there was nothing but the darkness.”