his legs carried him in a sudden leap through the entropy that held him , above the dangling boy , into a skidding , plunging rush toward the light that offered , the tower frozen on the retina of his mind 's eye in a black frieze , suddenly silence , the silhouette gone , even the beat of his heart gone as the trestle settled further , beginning its final slow dance to the depths , tearing loose , his hand finding the rocky , lighted lip of damnation ; and behind him , in the dreadful silence , the boy spoke from too far beneath him .