The body that Roland found himself in was one wracked with madness and turmoil. He could feel it and hear an anguished screaming that no man should hear another person make. Unlike with the Prisoner or the Childe Lost, he was not looking through the eyes of the Working Man. He was looking on the working man. Rain fell in torrents around Roland but he wasn't getting wet. The man on the pavement before him was soaked and so was the woman in his arms. She was bloody, dead and he was clutching her to his chest, screaming as people just stood around with stupid animal-like expressions. Dimes littered the pavement for no reason at all and as the man leaned back to gasp in air for another terrible scream, Roland could see that his heart had been ripped out. No man could survive a wound like that. Belatedly, the Gunslinger realized the rain was falling upwards.
A voice cut through the screams and grew in volume as it spoke. "Rick..." The voice said and then a little louder it spoke again. "Rick... Rico... Hey buddy..." The voice seemed insistent and the screams of the man in the street began to dwindle in volume. "Rico... Enrico wake up!"
The street, the man and his dead woman were suddenly gone and Roland saw a beast of a vehicle the likes of which he had never seen. Shane or Jaqi could have told him it was a semi, but it was entirely alien to the Gunsinger. The vehicle was rolling through stark white gravel and compared to the vision he had seen where it was night, it was day here and the gravel blinded both he and the man he was riding.
He could feel this man's heart pounding and his skull throbbing in time with a blister, one of many, between the fingers of his right hand. The cigaret had dropped to the ground, but not before it had burned him. The hands Roland could see were dark. The eyes of the man suddenly shifted looking up into the face of a worried looking white man with blue facial hair. A tuft of hair on his chin was the color of Giliad's banners. "You ok man? I've been trying to wake you for like five minutes." The man who was hardly more than a boy asked. He was tattooed and wearing a cap of some kind backwards. He wore silver rings in both ears.
"Si... si, yeah, Billy I'm fine..." The man the Gunslinger was riding replied. His voice held a heavy accent. He raised his hand to stand and the man named Billy took it, helping him up. "Didn't sleep well last night."
"Fuckin sucks dude. You autta take melatonin." Billy lit a cigaret and took two deep drags before offering it to Enrico who took it. "It doesn't work immediately or anything, but kinda builds up in your system to help you sleep."
"Your lady tell you this?" Enrico asked, dragging deeply off Billy's Newport. The menthol surprised him, but spread bracingly through his lungs, helping to wake him.
"Yeah." Billy said, taking the cigaret back. "She's into all that yoga holistic shit."
"I thought this one made the metal under wear?" Enrico asked, trying to divert the subject away from his poor sleeping patterns. His heart had begun to beat more normally, but he could still feel it throbbing in his throat.
"Chain mail bikinis and no, that was Molly." Billy said. "Molly dumped me. Jennifer is my new girl."
"You have too many women, Billy." Enrico said, dragging off his cigaret again before handing it back for good. "A good man needs only one. When you find her, you keep her... and don't let her go."
Billy had intended to reply, but Enrico thanked him for the smoke and headed back to his department. The lay-z-boys had been shipped and the rest of his shift was to be spent loading and boxing couches for tomorrows shipment.