Above the sound of the crash, a familiar voice came through the radio: "Damn you, Sam! You should have stayed in the car!" she said.
Then the radio went silent. Her form was completely covered by the rock fall.
"Must have blocked my sensors again and sneaked up," the Angel was saying. "You are lucky that you saw her just when you did."
"Yes," Murdock replied.
"Let me try rocking us loose now," the Angel said a little later. "We made some headway while you were pushing."
The breakaway sequence began again. Murdock looked up at the stars for the first time that evening-cold and brilliant and so very distant. He kept on staring as the Angel pulled them free. He barely glanced at her stony tomb as they turned and moved past it.
When they had threaded their way back and out through the ravine, the radio came to life again: "Murdock! Murdock! You okay? We've been trying to reach you and-"
"Yes," he said softly.
"We heard more explosions. Was that you?"
"Yes. Just shooting at a ghost," he said. "I'm coming back now."
"It's over," the other told him. "We got them all."
"Good," he said, breaking the connection.
"Why didn't you tell him about the red one?" the Angel asked.
"Shut up and keep driving."
He watched the canyon walls slip by, bright strata and dull ones. It was night, sky cold, sky wide, sky deep, and the black wind came out of the north, closing wind. They headed into it. Spinning through the dream of time and dust, past the wreckage, they went to the place where the others waited. It was night, and a black wind came out of the north.