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Shadow
felt
himself
being
hauled
across
the
ice
,
sliding
on
his
back
across
the
slick
surface
,
and
he
wanted
to
protest
,
to
explain
that
he
just
needed
a
little
rest
—
maybe
a
little
sleep
,
was
that
asking
for
so
much
?
—
and
he
would
be
just
fine
.
If
they
just
left
him
alone
.
He
did
not
believe
that
he
had
fallen
asleep
,
but
he
was
standing
on
a
vast
plain
,
and
there
was
a
man
there
with
the
head
and
shoulders
of
a
buffalo
,
and
a
woman
with
the
head
of
an
enormous
condor
,
and
there
was
Whiskey
Jack
standing
between
them
,
looking
at
him
sadly
,
shaking
his
head
.
Whiskey
Jack
turned
and
walked
slowly
away
from
Shadow
.
The
Buffalo
man
walked
away
beside
him
.
The
thunderbird
woman
also
walked
,
and
then
she
ducked
and
kicked
and
she
was
gliding
out
into
the
skies
.
Shadow
felt
a
sense
of
loss
.
He
wanted
to
call
to
them
,
to
plead
with
them
to
come
back
,
not
to
give
up
on
him
,
but
everything
was
becoming
formless
and
devoid
of
shape
:
they
were
gone
,
and
the
plains
were
fading
,
and
everything
became
void
.
The
pain
was
intense
:
it
was
as
if
every
cell
in
his
body
,
every
nerve
,
was
melting
and
waking
and
advertising
its
presence
by
burning
him
and
hurting
him
.
There
was
a
hand
at
the
back
of
his
head
,
gripping
it
by
the
hair
,
and
another
hand
beneath
his
chin
.
He
opened
his
eyes
,
expecting
to
find
himself
in
some
kind
of
hospital
.
His
feet
were
bare
.
He
was
wearing
jeans
.
He
was
naked
from
the
waist
up
.
There
was
steam
in
the
air
.
He
could
see
a
shaving
mirror
on
the
wall
facing
him
,
and
a
small
basin
,
and
a
blue
toothbrush
in
a
toothpaste
-
stained
glass
.
Information
was
processed
slowly
,
one
datum
at
a
time
.
His
fingers
burned
.
His
toes
burned
.
