|Because of their state, they simply remain placid and unaroused as the words wash past them.|
A typical scene finds Cross clinging to the side of a gasoline tanker truck as it barrels down a dark, prairie highway driven by a heterodyne. Cross slowly inches his way towards the cab. His voice strains as he barks into his headset microphone asking the heterodyne for his twenty and reassuringly queries...
|"How am I hitting you?"|