Blake can feel his heart jump and he stares at Dick, a deep-set frown on his features. He's hesitant to answer, waiting himself for something to happen, like maybe the lights will go out. But time rolls on and after too many seconds holding off, he says, "No," slowly. "Think they might've done that to you."

He figures that they can maybe end this, waiting for his roll to settle. "Got a three, I'm gonna be just short. If you get a six, we can end this," he tells Dick, moving ahead. He ends up on a lucky spot and feels his vision sharpen. What good is excellent eyesight at this point? "Got a weird feelin' I gotta be your eyes," Blake says, ominously.