“I don't mean me,” she said. In the further corner of the room, where Ellen gazed, was a chair. A man was sitting in the chair bent double with his wrists tied. “This,” she said softly, “is Buddy.”
Grillo was receptive to this line of thinking. He'd been observing the unbelievable for several days himself. And he found Ellen's indifference to reality to be plausible and understandable.
“Oh, yes. Not many, but enough. People have been worshiping the Iad, by other names. For them this is the Second Coming.”
“There are no reliable accounts, if that's what you're asking. Nobody knows what the Iad look like. I think we should just pray they're the size of mice.” D'Amour then claimed that he had to go. “But the way I hear it, you're not completely alone.”
“I don't follow,” Grillo said.
“So I see” she said. The fuel looked to be rotted matter of some kind. Terata. The smoky glow which she'd taken for flame was the last vestiges of their decay.
“That's true,” she said, preferring to agree with him rather than argue and lose his attention. But that's not the important thing.”
“Why are you telling me this?” he said. “Haven't we got better things to do, before the end?” By this Jaffe meant the end of the world. He was receiving glimpses – of the things Tommy-Ray is seeing. There's something coming...