"Tell me," said Dean. "Now that you are here, what do you plan to do?"
"Easy," said Sutton. "You're going to talk to me. You're going to tell me something that I need to know."
"Gladly," Dean agreed.
"You said you came from the eighty-fourth. What year?"
"Eighty-three eighty-six," said Dean. "But if I were you, I'd go up a little ways. You'd find more to interest you."
"But you figure I'll never get even so far as that," said Sutton. "You think that you will win."
"Of course I do," said Dean.
Sutton dug into the ground with the wrench.
"A while ago," he said, "I found a man who died very shortly after. He recognized me and he made a sign, with his fingers raised."
Dean spat upon the ground.