Spocklar looked down at Arlene when she came over, but he didn't have anything to tell her. He didn't really know what to say. Marty was going to be upset when they got there, he wasn't looking forward to that. That in itself made him want to break, but he wasn't going to let that happen until he got there and he was finished.
It was like a twisted funeral march with the already dead and an exception who couldn't die. It was quiet too, except for the wind in the tops of the trees, sounding like a far off river.
He was very glad to see Tanya, and it was the end of a numbing journey as he laid Sharley's body on the table. He recognized the house as the same one he had been in, like a place of healing, but Sharley was already dead, and the dead couldn't be healed, not logically. But it was time for Tanya to take over anyway. Logic didn't work the same way in the Other.
He looked at her for a few moments, and then he backed up to sit on the bed, but he mis-measured the distance and fell down to the floor, leaning back against the bed, and looking up at the table. Then he closed his eyes and let out a thick sigh of despair.