The four of us stared at each other. Flowers's eyes were wide, with tears welling in their corners. I touched her arm. She jerked away. Fox clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth. He removed his thick glasses with shaking hands and wiped them on his uniform, smearing blue phosphorescent mud all over them. He put them back on, cursed, and then wiped them again with his fingers.

I wondered what memories they had seen.

Rossi convulsed, as if yanked by a string anchored in his skull. ...