"I probably could at that," Cal said, his voice blurred.

"She'll be all right," he murmured, his beautiful voice blurred and uneven.

Her voice blurred with the early hours and the drugs.

Her voice was blurring again as she dropped away into her memories.

The voices around him blurred into a soft roaring, like the sound of the fire.

"There's a little kid who plays with matches," the man said, his voice blurred by sleep.

His voice blurred with rage, like a sled over gravel.

"The fallen tree trunk," he said, his voice blurred by blood and pain.

His voice blurred with feeling, his eyes got wet again.

Her voice blurred slightly when I forced her to remember things that had never happened.