"Case? Read you, Case . . ." The voice barely resembled Armitage’s now. It held a weird calm. Case stopped kicking. His helmet struck the far wall. "I’m sorry, Case, but it has to be this way. One of us has to get out. One of us has to testify. If we all go down here, it ends here. I’ll tell them, Case, I’ll tell them all of it. About Girling and the others. And I’ll make it, Case. I know I’ll make it. To Helsinki." There was a sudden silence; Case felt it fill his helmet like some rare gas. "But it’s so hard, Case, so goddam hard. I’m blind."