he searched around for something to smash the glass , finally remembering that his hand would do just fine . my lips were dry and sour . he should have been able to save her . but she did not know where to find it . it was like death 's cruel hand had reached in and stolen all the warmth out of the place . they gave me curious looks but nodded and turned away , walking up the street in the opposite direction . the rising moon was in his eyes , two small , bright stones of light . 