Touching The Void Page #7

clearly a shout of my name.

I knew it was Joe actually,

I knew immediately.

I was looking around, and then

I saw this thing, floating.

Of course Simon exploded into action.

Suddenly I heard voices.

Is that you?

I was holding back, because I didn't

feel that was a human being out there.

And we went back up the stream, right

from where these cries had come from,

about maybe 60-80 m outside

the camp, and there was Joe.

I couldn't completely believe

it, until I actually saw him,

but then it was still a little

difficult to believe that,

because of the eerie night

and the state he was in.

Absolutely awful state.

It was almost like he was

a sort of ghost-like figure.

It was like I had to sort of pinch

myself almost to believe this was true,

that this was really happening.

Help me!

- Oh f***, Joe!

Simon,

he was swearing a lot. Swearing a lot.

Richard, lift him!

Richard, hold him, you

stupid bastard! Lift him!

I remember Simon grabbing my shoulders,

and holding me.

I remember that.

That feeling of being held.

He thanked me for trying to

get him down the mountain,

for all that I'd done up to the point,

where I cut the rope,

and he said to me, "I'd

have done the same".

Those were the first

words he uttered to me.

And I remember, before we'd done anything

to him, before we'd even close the door,

he said, "Where are my trousers?"

We had to explain, that we burned his

trousers, which made him quite angry.

And I think that kind of brought

me back into life, to some extend.

realizing it was the

same old Joe, back again.

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