"They were brought at last to a stone cottage at a fork in the road. It was a collecting point for prisoners of war. Billy and Weary were taken is side, where it was warm and smokey. There was a fire sizzling and popping in the fire place. The fuel was furniture. There were about 20 other Americans in there, sitting on the floor with their backs to the wall, staring into the flame thinking whatever there was to think, which was zero."(Vonnegut 54-55)
"Welcome aboard, Mr. Pilgrim," said the loud-speaker. "Any questions?" Billy licked hris 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 this 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 emedded in it. "Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the Amber of this moment. There is no why."