Fight, flight, and screw up royaly.

Already Roland feels his limbs starting to go numb. He swallows hard. "I hate this. I hate you. I hate all of you." "I understand.

The living would come up with endless theories to argue, because the living were exceptionally good at arguing, especially when no one knew the answer.

He also keeps his silence when Bible passages become shredded to justify unwinding, and kids start to see the face of God in the fragments.

On a hairpin turn, above the dead forest, on no day in particular, a white Toyota crashed into a black Mercedes, for a moment blending into a blur of gray.

He does not deserve this. He has done many things, not all good, but he does not deserve this. And he never did get his priest.

...if more people had been organ donors, unwinding never would have happened...but people like to keep what's theirs, even after they're dead.