The crowd pushes in around us as they try to flee, careless of what they trample on the way. And why should they? Anyone who can't find their own way out of this blaze is already as good as gone anyway.
No one can afford to look out for anyone but themselves.
And I...
I....
I can't move.
I can't bring myself to move now that I've slumped against him.
But...Roland doesn't just give up.
He doesn't leave me here for being too weak to make it out on my own.
Of course not.
"Diane, focus on me. Only me. Got it?" He tells me quietly.
I nod dumbly, numb, unable to do anything but obey. If I try to think, my thoughts will only tumble over themselves and fall into a snare forever again.
But it's Roland. I don't have to think to listen to him. I don't have to justify it to myself to trust him.
I...
Simply do it.
