It's going to be okay. Words that mean nothing. really, just sounds intoned into vastness and darkness, little scrabbling attempts to latch on to something when we're falling.

“Everything freezes. The blood stops flowing in my veins. My breath stops coming…”

“And even if she isn’t—even if by some miracle, she survived the escape and has …”

“In my head I try and reach back, through the fence, past the smoke; I try and g…”

“At the same time I know that it’s not really their fault, at least not complete…”