A gentle breeze in the proxy-induced atmosphere draws regolith from the terra firma.
"Sure. Since you really are so clueless, I'll give you a hint."
"Yeah, nothing exists on the fallen horizon. That doesn't mean it's not constrained by its own bounds of space and time."
"Every fallspace probe is like a fault line. Every receiver is a seismometer. Every signal is an earthquake. Earthquake goes from probe to receiver. Every receiver has its own magic to pick its own signals out of the chaos. Because fallspace doesn't have a concept of light to slow down time, the speed of everything is almost instant. Not that hard."
"Only one person on what used to be Earth understood just enough of the inner workings of fallspace to figure out where all the interference was coming from."
"You murdered her to save your own face."
You look up at the galactic ether. Your crimson-lined hand flickers briefly.
"Do it. Shoot. Pull the trigger."
"We'll just end up back here. Nothing will change."
You hear a faint click.
"You won't remember me."
"But I'll remember everything about you."