their bad advice and though the whole house began to tremble and I felt the old tug at my ankles. Mend my life, each voice cried. But I didn't stop. I knew what I had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as I left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which I slowly recognized as my own, that kept me company as I strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing I could do, determined to save the only life I could save.
