He saw no one, yet the voice continued its message.

"I thought everyone had left for the night," the voice continued.

But before he could laugh, the voice continued to speak.

As the voice continued, the picture faded, another one taking its place almost at once.

He kept on trying, while the girl's voice continued at intervals.

Whatever happens, the voice of protest must continue to be heard.

And that same voice continued to beg for his help.

The voice continued to sound; there was no sign of anyone coming along his trail.

Still that voice had continued to whisper as the long hours passed.

As I watch, it moves down and the voices continue.