Nate: All right, where are you, Sully? Where are you?
Oh, come on, Nate. Okay, there's . . . there's Orion. There's the Big Dipper.
Ah, shit. Should've been in the Navy.
I don't know who I'm talking to. I'm exhausted.
Sully . . . Thank God.
What the hell is that?
Just keep going. Just keep going.
Female voice: What are the roots that clutch? What branches grow out of this stony rubbish?
Nate: Wait a minute.
Female voice: Son of man, you cannot say or guess . . .
Nate: Wait, is that the . . .
Female voice: . . . for you know only a heap of broken images . . .
Nate: That's the well.
Female voice: . . . where the sun beats and the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket, no relief, and the dry stone, no sound of water.
Nate: God damn it! I've been going in circles. Shit!
Ah, damn it, Nate, stupid, stupid, stupid.
Female voice: Only there is shadow under this red rock.
Come in under the shadow of this red rock.
And I will show you something different . . .
Nate: So hot.
Female voice: . . . from either your shadow at morning striding behind you or your shadow at evening rising to meet you.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Nate: Just want to keep . . .
Oh, God . . . I just want to lay down, can't lay down, just can't lay down.
Sully: Wake up.
Nate: Help me.
Sully: Come on, give me your hand.
Nate: I've been looking for you. I couldn't find you. I don't know how long I've been out here.
I think . . . Sully?
Okay, I can do this. I can do this.
Sully? I'm coming, Sully. Almost there. Oh, thank God, it's a village.
Please don't let that have been a mirage.
Oh, shit, it's a ghost town.