The scent which had blasted Karlene's mind.
"She could only escape into the past," explained Ellen. "But, for her, the past was never a happy time. So she kept regressing until she went back into the womb. Catatonia. I may be able to do something with her eventually but she'll never be the woman you remember."
Another ghost to add to the rest. One who had smiled and held out her arms and embraced him with a fierce and demanding passion. A woman who had led him to the place where he had found the secret for which he had searched for so long.
The golden figures incised on the grey, metallic walls of the Holy Place.
Figures which he knew beyond question were the coordinates of Earth.
Soon, now, he would be home.