"Are--you dying?" she asked. "Just can't breathe. This air." "Poor, poor--good lord. I've forgotten your name." "Hell of a thing." "Barney!" He clutched her. "No! Don't stop!" She arched her back. Her teeth chattered. "I wasn't going to," he said. "Oooaugh!" He laughed. "Don't please laugh at me." "Not meant unkindly." A long silence, then. Then, "Oof."