It is ever, ever, ever so much farther than Milliways.

"You should. And take my word for it, too, that without these visits, you will wind on the same path I'm treading. Without rest, without pause.

"Remember what I've told you, Logan.

"Mark me," he adds . . . and then stops, and shakes his head.

"Sorry. Wrong literary ghost."

And with those words, he turns, and begins to walk back up the beach, growing more transparent with every step.