Redsand Canyon did he go on down the mountainside, and leave you all alone?

Riley. Yours? 

"Colin." A pause. "Forster." Something reptilian about the blink-- the cold and deliberate swipe of an eyelid going sideways. 

Sentence fragments, the vague outlines of words, they float in his head just out of reach. "How did you get here?" More breath than actual vocalisation, a question so thin you could see through it, like spun tulle. He, Riley, still so young. Colin almost can't bear to look at him. This is what Theo would've looked like if he-- if he was alive. Complete with the dark hair and off-kilter gaze. Complete with the black bitterness. His gift from God, gone, buried so many miles away from home.

He tears his gaze away and swallows, but there is no relief.