`` for a time , '' he told them , and then the sky burst and there were slow-swimming , shapeless forms all about him , mainly red , though some were colorless , and he existed indifferently as they flowed by him , and then -- or before or after , he could not be certain , and he knew that it did not matter -- he heard and felt , rather than saw , a light within his head , pulsing , and it was a pleasant thing and he let it soak deep into him for a time , for a time that could have been hours or seconds ( it did not matter ) , and while he felt , suddenly , that his lips had been moving , he had heard no words , there where he was , until a voice said , `` what 's a d-iii , daddy ? ''