Billy licked his lips, thought a while, inquired at last:

“Why me?”

“That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because the moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?”

“Yes.”

Billy, in fact had a paperweight in his office which was a blob of polished amber with three ladybugs embedded in it.

“Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.”

Reyes, the indecipherable providence
That doles out the prodigal and the scant,
Gave to some the sector or the arc,
But to you the total circumference.