Sinsemilla at least recognized that he was in shock--there weren't a lot of constants in Spocklar's world, and Sharley, though weird, had probably been one of them.
"Tanya will be in the Swamp, I'm sure," she said carefully. "And she can get Jary." She, Sinsemilla, could probably get Jary, too, but she was hardly about to leave Spocklar alone with the other three. Kurt could try, but Kurt, right now, was so angry he was worse than useless. Jimmy would just get lost, and Layla was almost in a worse state than Spocklar. "I don't think you could carry her that far, but we can try to find some zombies on the way. Listen to me now--even if Jary can't do anything for her, there's a good chance her father can. He's wanted to change her for a long time now, and he'd have to kill her to do it anyway." She kept her voice as soothing as she could, right beside his shoulder. She's dead, but she doesn't have to stay dead. That's one of the good things about the Other--death can be somewhat relative."
Again came thunder, the wind rising until it almost roared through the trees like a hurricane. No matter what they couldn't stay here--all Sinsemilla could hope was that one of them--Jary, Tanya, Az, any of them--would realize what the hell it meant and try to find them. Out of all of them Azarael definitely ought to, since she was his daughter, but he was also the furthest away, almost on the other side of the Real. They had to move, and maybe moving would do some good for Spocklar, too.