Gail's position off of the rock means he'll be treated to the roaring wind all around him. It's constant, an unwavering rush of air coming straight off the mountain. But he'll clearly see the glowing rock that Rory's standing on.

The closer Rory listens, the more words she'll be able to make out. They come in little whispers, pieces of a whole story.

"...out..."
"hurts... ..."
"... ...please"