The massive pillar of flame, the flickering blue light that lances through the storm, all of it just adds to the hallucinatory feel. But the Voice doesn't lie. She's coming. She found them.

He can keep screaming, or he can keep standing; Curtis doesn't have the energy to do both. He grapples against Edgar, keeping up the unified cry -- "Here! Here!" -- but finds himself slowly sliding to his knees.

We're going to get out of here alive, he thinks blurrily.

It's okay. He can rest for a minute.