“I’m not scared,” Kate said with wonder.  “You’ll—”  A sudden image flashed through her mind.  Cortez was yelling at her—no, yelling for her.  It was on a beach, she was on a beach.  “Tell Cortez I . . . tell him . . . if he says it’s his fault, I forgive him.  He did—”  She coughed again.  “Rorschach, I—”