MILLER:
I landed on him!
That thing!
Horrible! Wet...
Something, jelly, or worms, or something...
My hand on him
God!
For Christ's sake!
Head of hair!
No, oh no...
Moanin', thirstin', groanin'
Or yelpin' like croakin'...
Alive?
(coughs)
Christ's sake!
Chattering, so awful cold
Helpless, animal...
And hopeless, I think...
Hopeless...
(laughs madly)
I am not there
It is not me
(coughs)
Get hold over it!
It's over
You're out