71. Roland Hates Goodbyes
Grady nodded. He did not feel disgust or horror. Now that he had seen, he was hollow. He walked home with his dark companion, avoiding the streetlights which shone bravely in the darkness. They lost the battle.
Soon it would be pitch black.
Not-Roland replied, “I would say goodbye, but I’ve never liked them.” “I’ll be returning.”
72. Roland Takes his Leave
Grady asked, “When?” Grady’s voice was hoarse and his breath was wheezing, as he tried to fill his lungs with air under his broken ribs. He was in pain and wanted to lay down. He would keep the lights on. He knew that he would keep the lights on day and night until he died.
“Oh, soon. “When it’s the right time,” said not-Roland. As I said before, I am a traveler. “See you around, sheriff.”