Dog is your guide, Herzog had said. Well Dog, where are you? / need guidance. Feeling remarkably silly, Sam called out. But nothing answered to Dog’s name. He called again. Nothing again. He turned in place, trying to perceive some difference in the darkness. Slowly he realized that he was beginning to see the walls of the tunnel A distant sound reached his ears, like a faraway trickle of water striking stones with a steady beat. The drumming. Herzog was helping.