He was desperately trying to pull himself together, but his brain sort of felt like mush, like he couldn't even comprehend what Sinsemilla was talking about. He was trying to, as there was something about saving Sharley, but he felt so shattered that it was difficult.
The weather brought him around, and he looked up at the black cloud covering the tasteless red sky. It was a very angry cloud.
"I can carry her," he said. "She has to go to the Swamp, I can carry her. But Jary needs to be there too."